In ignorance we called him god,
In ignorance we're born again,
In ignorance we sold our souls,
In ignorance we imagine sin.
Not of this world, a fabrication. A surrogate legend, unalterable.
Our souls to the crux, an immolation, amends to naught but a fable.
Distorted godheads, perverted legends, adopted mythology, stories of old.
A plagiarized deity, misbegotten, borrowed from myth long forgotten.
An obligated victim, a voluntary offering,
at the apex of his vanity, Man revels in his suffering.
Burned into our collective subconscious: unfounded guilt and sorrow.
Logic and reason willingly traded for the promise of a brighter tomorrow.
Foolish verses deciphered by gullible minds, force fed to the masses, misquoted through time. This ancient volume offers flawed reason for innumerable, unspeakable crimes.
And so humanity stands, fearfully awaiting the end.
Our eyes are open; our minds are muzzled and gagged.