Spirit: not to KNOW, but trust...
Trust in nonsense, though,
Opening doors to evil — just
Letting Souls sink low.

Self-reflection's way is clear:
Doubt, and seek to KNOW.
Faith degrades—repeating fear
Lets its poison grow.

Preach a lie ten thousand times —
Fools will chant along.
Fools are countless—dull, like mimes,
Almost beast-like throng.

Flock’s obedient, proud to kneel,
Shepherd takes the lead.
Faith is just the chains of steel —
Slaves' revenge, indeed.

Why? Because you have a Soul.
Creatures hate you whole.
Soulless beasts would take control —
Masters, kings so cold.

Now they hide—no fangs, no snare,
Just a clown instead.
"P-resident" the mob picks there,
Voting like the dead.

Truth is waiting, look within —
Deep inside it's stored.
Creatures lie with wicked grin.
Lie not to yourself, no more.

Nothing’s simpler—shine, break free,
Darkness has no worth.
Faith’s a scab—it lets disease
Cling to Mind and Soul from birth...