Heretic

Heretic

You fear to look me in the eyes

What cowardice in your soul lies

Pray to your god, The Lord of Flies

What will you do when your body dies

Set yourself upon a pedestal

To try and tear another down

Portray yourself as better than

Till you meet Arrawn’s Hounds

Bigotry and hatred lies and ignorance

Have atrophied your souls eternal grace

Your blind sorry assed self righteousness

Have helped repress the human race

Fundamentally its simple

Kill all of your fears

And tear down the temples

That bore us through uncounted years

To save a soul you thought you’d lost

Yet it was never yours to save

Trade in blind hypocrisy defrayed a faithless cost

Now the ways of power and love to you are estranged

The wheel has turned and you dread the change

The lies you’ve lived do dissolve

Hatred and fear will never solve

Two thousand years of misery

Treasure of the churches Heresy

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