Indoctrinhate from The Wheel by Stochastic Reaper

Many faiths
within religion
Many fights
within a region

Each fashion
has its season.

Each faction
has its legion.

There it flies,
the red pigeon.
There it dies,
ending the vision.

More followers,
more division.

More swallowers,
more collision.

We are all
the scum of the Earth,
but faith allows us
to exaggerate our worth.

The clergy are
the hidden state.
They tell you
who to love!
who to hate!
They indoctrinate!

Religious history--war politics!
Preacher men--social ticks!
They believe only in the past,
the old order must last.

They deny the progress we feel,
acting against what is real.
Wishful thinking,
wisdom is sinking!

Why are we dragging this burden
through the beauty of our terrestrial garden?
Beware of such backward filth!
Reject their shame and guilt!

Let go of fear,
you will reappear.
Take the dive
into pure life.

Let go of fear,
you will reappear.
Take the dive
into pure life.

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