Preconditioned patterns of thought

Is what that feral book has wrought

Sheep that always step in line

Told who to fuck and where to dine

How to walk and bow down low

And where all those who stray will go

But the truth is

Religion is your dragon

That as a child you dreamed of

A fabulous creature

That would lift you from your woeful existence

And carry you off into blissful dreams

But as we grow older

At some miserable painful point for some

And a loss others feel only in hindsight

We have to admit that dragons aren't real

For truth invades our illusion

As our understanding of the world grows

Now take our race

In the overall age of the world

We are youngsters still

But the time has come

To admit there are no dragons

I will still dream of them

But I will not waste my life in disillusionment

I will stride forth

With truth as my shield

And facts for my sword

And slay all figments that stand before me

For I am Human

The most evolved creature on this planet

And in this role I chose to be the hero

Not the villian

Scintilating in a dead mans eyes

The truth of life while planet dies

But few can see and fewer care

And in the last few moments claim unaware

Your figments are what make us blind

And trap us in this herd wrought bind