You are a religion

I pray to you

I work to be blessed by you

And I worship

Though yours is a malevolent

And more I say the Hail Stars

The more I confesses

The farther from eternity I feel

You are a cult

Whose words and methods

Are but tools of a demanding

Leader, with regardless abandon for sanctity

The messages in your parables are clear

The stories themselves are twisted

Feeble ways of provoking a war

Between what is right and what is not

Though still, blindly I follow

Through hell and endless limbo

Between right and wrong and truth

Always on a search for heaven.