My thoughts are like gamma rays addicted to *******

Fiending for absolute Truth
Or a new use for Head Space

They come in a swarm that *****-slaps any bats in my belfry

And rational thoughts flash mob
My cherished illusions
Daily.

I'm on the front line
Of a Psychic War with the Brain-Dead !
My Kung-fu is Confused
By Hatred as an Argument -

Racist Beliefs as a platform to start with...
Asinine articles of faith
As arcane Armaments
Immune to subtlety ...Q.E.D. ~
or any proof of concept !

They've kept the Rubicon
Uncrossed by the Curious

Held stock in kerosene
To burn books too luminous
for
Fearful Men, Unaccustomed to Promethean Gifts

And the Unquenchable Flame of Paradigm Shifts

Mortified by any Noble Pursuit

That diminished the Lie

To magnify the Truth.