Drawing near the end of days
The zealots, in a mindless craze
Hear their God, they heap with praise
Call all the "others" no more than strays
Instructed to exact the pain
Till all the rest have all been slain
Rewarded with virgins
With whom they will lay
Bathing in pleasure
Beyond the last day
Then there's the other group
So caught up in the hate
So sure that their enemies
Have sealed their fate
That they have not read
The other camps book
So, will witness the Hell
When the time comes to look
Their God is the greatest
Each side is so sure
They will be chosen
Their word is more pure
Yet the word was not written
By a God, but a man
So full in his ignorance
Not lacking elan
In a time of no Knowledge
Consideration, or Care
When thunder brought anger
From gods through the air
The key to remember
Only knowledge holds truth
We must cast off the faith
No understanding without proof
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 4:31 PM UTC
Drawing near the end of days
The zealots, in a mindless craze
Hear their God, they heap with praise
Call all the "others" no more than strays
Instructed to exact the pain
Till all the rest have all been slain
Rewarded with virgins
With whom they will lay
Bathing in pleasure
Beyond the last day
Then there's the other group
So caught up in the hate
So sure that their enemies
Have sealed their fate
That they have not read
The other camps book
So, will witness the Hell
When the time comes to look
Their God is the greatest
Each side is so sure
They will be chosen
Their word is more pure
Yet the word was not written
By a God, but a man
So full in his ignorance
Not lacking elan
In a time of no Knowledge
Consideration, or Care
When thunder brought anger
From gods through the air
The key to remember
Only knowledge holds truth
We must cast off the faith
No understanding without proof