Theocracy - Misery Index

Their pious iconography, seductive and sublime

Artifacts from allegoric myth

Crucifix, testaments — seemingly benign

What havoc have they wrought upon this earth

Stalking, these jackals never cease

Clawing at our gates

With nebulous beliefs, apocryphal

Born from the callow minds of men

Not resting till they have theocracy in hand

And Church molesting State

Their laughable liturgies

Intelligent design?

Mortify the blind faithful flock

Comedies canonical, this spectacle divine

Mesmerizing millions over naught

Slowly, they pander their disease

With secrecy enshrined

At the table of deceit, the faithful dine

Born from the callow minds of men

Not resting till they have theocracy in hand

And Church molesting State

To break the secular conduct

To rule with piety perverse

While the shit of the State fucking reeks

Only they could make it even worse

Yet they stand in fear

Petrified in the face of science

Where evidence stands to contradict

And deny their faith of servility

Defined, by myth

It’s a fable that should never burden man

And the church, with power replete

Would sanction the very rule of myth over man

As insidious agents of faith

Still lost in the ether

(Amen)

So we sing the agnostic’s song

In spirit and mind we govern ourselves

We need not their catechist codes

To live out our days, and make our tomorrows