I cringe at the thought
A timeless superstition
Congregations subdued
By the bonds of religion
Like sorcery cast
Through doctrines of division
No adversary in sight
Just faithless decisions
The contempt I can feel
As they bring blame to a fault
The distance that's drawn
As all love's held to halt
Where unity's lost
To the embracing of cults
And the deepest dark secrets
Now fester and convulse
Their words released softly
While their heart is a sneer
Their teeth jeering smiles
While their eyes shine of fear
Their love is as vacant
As the warmth of their peers
All efforts applauded
To the control they adhere
Their tightly knit doctrines
Their deeds of straight-jackets
Their prayer and their fasting
Testimonious rackets
All the work and the toil
And the striving in sabbath
Where charisma's an act
Just a stale force of habit
And their sermons are belted
To the withering masses
And demons are felt
By the worship of brasses
Each note orchestrated
To mimic the ashes
Of long forgot prophets
Filling tombs, rot and gaseous
No life has been beckoned
No tombs laying bare
No revival in sight
Where no truth is declared
No freedom, no wisdom
No kingdom, beware
For the gods of religion
Will answer no prayer
They'll sit you in the pews
Just to fade in the hollows
Where the roots intertwine
To then strangle and swallow
For only in your death
To conform is to follow
Where your utter submission
Brings the pride which they wallow
For such is the timeless
The ancient epistles
Written in blood
From the flesh deemed uncivil
No matter how vile
No matter how dismal
To atone for their sins
The whole world's sacrificial