The tattered mess of the past is no concern of mine,
"The truth will set you free" but what's the price of
Your soul's liberation?
Repetition of the massacres and slaughterhouse
Churches, your fantasy gods pissing down on lesser life-forms.
I will set your histories alight and
Build new humans from the ashes; take the rib from
Eve and make a new race of killing names.
You hurt to look at, golden and gleaming, an icon of
Lies, riches, building temples while your followers starve and
Die in the dirt.
I'll never follow, I'll never
Kneel before a deity like you.