With tic and fit my body lies dead
cut from a conscious and clarified brain
all concepts of God and Bible shed
lost knowledge of life is mine laid plain

My mortal search and probing query
are answered now from a protein high
in convulsive corpse, worn and weary
I must spread the word before I die

The falling crowns of God and Allah
bring down idols of those jaded men
through hammer and horn of Valhalla
pushed from above by a shaking pen.

I speak of tales of ancient wisdom
all lies laid bare through chemical muse
even Jesus Christ in his stardom
was invention sold by common ruse.

We judge and live by scribbled fiction
a controlling text and nothing more
we work to rules with deathly friction
these books we read for a lawful war

Word machines for creating cancers
filling spaces to explain a hole
answering questions with wrong answers
restricting paths for a searching soul

Used and controlled by those that rule us
restraining chaos with moral law
we always pray to those that kill us
these kings and gods we all serve in awe.