Holy is, divine are we
To be led into the light of
Disillusionment
To be preached to in tones
Of underlying contempt
To be enslaved by his
Narcissistic endeavor
That only makes a deeper,
More sinister intention
That is often betrayed by
Mere clues of condescension
We beg again, we look to the skies
Inward we look for the vastness
Of connection
Outward our desire to know
Through our endless projection
That this is all but temporal
That this is but a realm of dreams
Before the passage of time
It's through these gifts we pass
To each of us, not in the divine
Piety is but false exhaltation
That humanity is defined in godhood
It is but ruined expectations
We are only exhalted when we
Choose the gift of enlightenment
To reject it leads only to death
Doomed to fail in madness
Blind to truth is the vestige
Of he who has forsaken
His own liberty
To choose his contained
Vision of the simplistic
Is to be a fool
And endlessly complicit