It did not matter in the end of days
For god did not come up from hell to smite
The once down trod who stopped to think and fight
Who ate no bread nor drank the cabernets

Though nightly even still one kneels and prays
And asks for wisdom knowing wrong from right
  But now the heart and mind not filled with fright
  For now one sees the broad and narrow ways

Those left behind who would not speak their name
Are married now with five to fifteen kids
The peers who were indoctrinated youth
Now truly think her resting place is flame
They hate the ones who do what god forbids
They hate because they think they know the truth