You honor a dangerous religion
that condems all but a few
who bow down their heads obediently
and blindly follow you.
Your god is cold and rigid
a more wrathful you'll never find
demanding such perfection
with a closed and arrogant mind.
You stand in wondering, worshipful awe
insecure of yourself, so frightened of any flaw.
So stay on your knees
and never open your eyes
pray to your god
that the truth you never realize.
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