Belief is dangerous
It envelops the I into WE
Complicated by the fact
That every believer believes
They believe in the truth
With no one willing to back down
Wars are waged on the idea of God
Insidious as they are, these battles
Take on many forms, with body counts
That remain the same. Annihilation
In exchange for Assimilation
And a peace that cannot be.
For if my God is right
Then yours is wrong.

Few whisper in the air
On the outskirts of borders and labels
But are forgotten in the scribes of time
This dangerous and vindictive game
For which all believers are to blame

The dead weep in irony
At the hypocrisy of belief
In which thoughts and scripture
Are far more the same
But are unyielding in bloodshed