The Grand Accusation

High up above on the mount Temptation
In the thin air that clouds your judgement
He laid the seeds of his intricate diversion
And in the hunger that stalks your guilty mind

Stumbling down the slope of credibility
Only you have smelled the Devil's breath
No brethren there to falsify your statement
Did you knowingly allow him in your flesh?

I accuse you, self proclaimed prophet of truth
I accuse you of the murder of doubt!

You brought us hate, o prophet of love
The death of reason and compassion
The downfall of our sensibility
And the suspicion of our neighbour

You brought us war, o prophet of peace
The death of fathers and of kin
The raping of our mothers and our sisters
And the starvation of a people's Intellect

I accuse you
Of the murder of doubt
The laudation of obedience
The exaltation of stupidity
The cultivation of fear
And the instigation of a species
Against it's own
Collective
Interest

You brought upon us division and duality
The lapidation of critical thought
The imposition of the moral binary
The installation of the patriarch
The degradation of our women
The infestation of our ethics
And the deprivation of autonomy
Over body
And soul