Theocracy

Their pious iconography, seductive and sublime
 Artifacts from allegoric myth
 Crucifix, testaments– seemingly benign
 What havoc have they wrought upon this earth 

Stalking, these jackals never cease
 Clawing at our gates
 With nebulous beliefs, apocryphal
 Born form the callow minds of men
 Not resting til they have theocracy in hand
 ...and Church molesting State 

Their laughable liturgies
 Intelligent design?
 Mortify the blind faithful flock
 Comedies canonical, this spectacle divine
 Mesmerizing millions over naught 

Slowly, they pander their disease
 With secrecy enshrined
 At the table of deceit, the faithful dine
 Born form the callow minds of men
 Not resting til they have theocracy in hand
 ...and Church molesting State 

To break the secular contract
 To rule with piety perverse
 While the shit of the State fucking reeks
 Only THEY could make it even worse 

Yet they stand in fear,
 Petrified in the face of science,
 Where evidence stands to contradict,
 And deny their faith of servility
 Defined, by myth
 Its a fable that should never burden man
 And the church, with power replete,
 Would sanction the very rule of myth over man
 As insidious agents of faith,
 Still lost in the ether (Amen) 

So we sing the agnostic's song
 In spirit and mind we govern ourselves
 We need not the catechist codes
 To live our days and make our tomorrows