In moments of reflection
It all unfolds to me
I walk down through my mind
And feel a bitter cold fear
What mankind did with pretense
Of religion and belief
Away is the sun
Endless the night
Mankind's mascara
Intelligence is dead
There have been satanic rites
In blood, inserted crosses
Expulsion of all mortals
The good isn't better
Holy inquisitors
On arbitrary command
Through all
Blasphemic centuries
Destruction and hate
Sewage of faith, ignorant souls
The decline goes on
Man will never learn
That religion's created by man