Their pious iconography, seductive and sublime   artifacts from allegoric myth   Crucifix, testaments seemingly benign   what havoc have they wrought upon this earth      Stalking, these jackals never cease,   clawing at our gates   With nebulous beliefs, apocryphal   Born from the callow minds of men   Not resting till they have theocracy in hand   ...and Church molesting State      Their laughable liturgies,   intelligent design?   Mortify the blind faithful flock!      Comedies canonical, this spectacle divine   mesmerizing millions over naught      Slowly, they pander their disease,   with secrecy enshrined   at the table of deceit, the faithful dine   Born from the callow minds of men   Not resting till they have theocracy in hand   ...and Church molesting State      To break the secular contract   To rule with piety perverse   While the shit of the State fucking reeks   Only THEY could make it even worse      Yet they stand in fear,   petrified in the face of science,   where evidence stands to contradict,   and deny their faith of servility   defined, by myth   It's a fable that should never burden man   And the church, with power replete,   Would sanction the very rule of myth over man   As insidious agents of faith,   still lost in the ether (Amen)      So we sing the agnostic's song   In spirit and mind we govern ourselves   We need not their catechist codes   To live out our days, and make our tomorrows