Blessed be the sheep's ignorance in the shadow of its shepherd
Damned be the wolves preying on the sheep's naivety
The shepherd pulls the wool over its eyes to protect it
Gnashing teeth, a shallow mercy
Witness the irony!
A shallow hand extended to the weak willed and meek
Old men with old ideals
Closed minds and closed hands
No room for interpretation
Their scattered lore's
Words laced with hypocrisy
Old men with old ideals
Closed minds and closed hands
No room for interpretation
A heaving mass of wretched bodies
They lay prostrated before idols of tooth and nail
Suckling at their virgins teat
Tongues laces with bile and venom
Spitting forth heresy in the name of the merciful
I refute your claims that our god is the same
The misery is knowing your abhorrent faith is your greatest shame
Your abhorrent faith is your greatest shame
I'll forge my own path based on the rationale
Yet, i believe in room for faith, that's no denial
Im no evangelist or post-modern lunatic
Im merely a man with my own thoughts on life and were i fit in it
Break through the seams of selfish heartache and misery in this wretched existence
Break through the seams of selfish heartache
Of selfish heartache
The Misery in this
You raise your hands unto your god with murderous intent
A barren waste-land awaits thee
You've no chance to repent
You raise your hands unto your god with murderous intent
A barren waste-land awaits thee
You've no chance to repent
You've no chance to repent
You've no chance
Repent!
Repent!
Thus reigns the typical metaphor
Wolves amongst the flock
Hiding so they can't be sought for preying on sheep in their familiar pasture
The final irony
Allow the shepherd to maintain the simplicity
Release the wolves to devour the lot
Faith is neither the moral high ground not a sense of endearment
What matters depends on the person, Not the Prophet
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