lines of malice are penned within ancient tomes black and blue ink bruising the human psyche beyond recognition
stunting our collective imagination with fantasies of castles among the clouds and intergalactic beings who sculpted us from dust
intermittent smears of crimson declarations lingering in blood-soaked texts painting portraits of putrid prejudice
the image of an illusory deity devised to explain a cosmos that defies codification and categorization we mythologized and told tall tales like Arachne
spinning webs of misinformed misfortune we're severing the strings of our imaginary enemies silencing lives with rusty shears utterly convinced by the edicts of idiots
how might we disentangle ourselves from mental cobwebs and embrace reality's promising veracity each of us an accidental miracle captains of our own fortune's vessels
so weigh anchor and set course for distant shores unfurl the sails of reason and hold fast after weathering millennia of insipid beliefs we'll sojourn ever onward with omnipotent minds
raze these sycophantic fantasies and raise hell so high it becomes heaven we will build a new city in the shell of this cold dead society predicated on misanthropic religion