The hooded priests call us to congregate

To worship idols crafted from their sin

A herd of idiots is simply bait

For deeper evil long interred within

Devotion mandates they consume his flesh

And dogma advocates the blood they drink

While no one pauses to review the mesh

Ensnaring their ability to think

Their ritual of chanting, hymns, and prayer

Invokes a deity they won’t perceive

Is it because he simply isn’t there,

Or is it just because they don’t believe?

No point in asking, they won’t understand

That knowledge is the one true promised land.