Their pious iconography, seductive and sublimenartifacts from allegoric mythnCrucifix, testaments seemingly benignnwhat havoc have they wrought upon this earthnnStalking, these jackals never cease,nclawing at our gatesnWith nebulous beliefs, apocryphalnBorn from the callow minds of mennNot resting till they have theocracy in handn...and Church molesting StatennTheir laughable liturgies,nintelligent design?nMortify the blind faithful flock!nnComedies canonical, this spectacle divinenmesmerizing millions over naughtnnSlowly, they pander their disease,nwith secrecy enshrinednat the table of deceit, the faithful dinenBorn from the callow minds of mennNot resting till they have theocracy in handn...and Church molesting StatennTo break the secular contractnTo rule with piety perversenWhile the shit of the State fucking reeksnOnly THEY could make it even worsennYet they stand in fear,npetrified in the face of science,nwhere evidence stands to contradict,nand deny their faith of servilityndefined, by mythnIt's a fable that should never burden mannAnd the church, with power replete,nWould sanction the very rule of myth over mannAs insidious agents of faith,nstill lost in the ether (Amen)nnSo we sing the agnostic's songnIn spirit and mind we govern ourselvesnWe need not their catechist codesnTo live out our days, and make our tomorrows