Dissonance of your self-righteousness
Is obsolete to your erroneous assumptions
Washing away
The guilt you take is creating holy war
Exasperating via division of the ones, your messiah created
All the carcasses of human flesh
Won't take you to the light
Your vague perceptions of mortality
Your vague perception reality, and your sacrifices go in vain
You're a burden to your so called faith
And your barbaric roots will make you rot
Loyalty to that energy that you've made your king
You hear the voices of showmen with bling
And the torment you thought as a gift from him
You suffered in this paradise which was an abyss
Your vague perception of mortality
Your opinions on the society
Your acts of aggression created
The sole act of brutality
This desolation you created subconsciously
Because of the viewpoints of the majority who kill for power
And rule for the devil but were masqueraders acting as they were the grace