To some Holy Land, now, gather ye, There, to spend the night in Gethsemane. Entreat with the father or maybe the son, Perhaps they can tell you when a war is won.
For another parent, another child, Their once ancestral home defiled. Did it help, the blood you spilled? Your mark of Cain; your curse fulfilled?
Run to your God and pretend he hears, Believe in lies and dark new fears, Deny to others their right to live⦠We saw what you did and will not forgive.
Where two or more are gathered, The result is anyoneβs game. But make it many thousands, And often it is just a shame, How Gods remain suspiciously quiet, When the killing is in their name.
I donβt want this to come across as an indictment of religion. I learned useful lessons in childhood, attending with my family. This piece is to do with those persons who would pervert a faith for their own gain of power or wealth at the expense of their fellow man. All while hiding behind the pretense of their fairy tales.
Early on, I began to adopt a certain personal axiom when dealing with the faithful. The moment they claim to know the word or the will of God, do not trust them. Anyone doing so is a manipulator at worst and deluded at best.