I thank you lord, good god

for you made us; but we made this thing

This thing called religion.

Designed to divide your creation

False prophets claim your name,

we fight, do their bidding

But dragged in the dust, your name.

Are you there lord? Or you left us?


Defenders of religion, you all enemies of reason.

We build temples, of gold and silver

But do you forget.. he expects much less?

You think this is the good god's fight?

But your ignorance, darker than the night.

Aren't you ashamed?

for you have shamed your maker.


I am a lunatic, when I am poetic

But lend me your ears,

You who call yourself believers

I am a beacon of sanity;

in this endless sea of insanity