A poetic look at how even science can be formed to be a religion. |
Even science can't escape it The cults that wane, subliminal That statement, "Because science" The absence of thinking critical Just another damning faith For a different type of imbecile A religion corrupting facts To conjuring up the mythical No focus on the factual Time to hypnotize Agenda of the politic With misinforming lies Fear will draw submission The source of their demise Power ever increasing To an evil enterprise Never questioning their masters That form all their opinions Indoctrinated thoroughly The apex of religion A cult of personality A devoted coalition All parroting the edict Like the cooing of a pigeon A flock in mind, incapable To contemplate a thought Outside of their religion The impressions they were taught Never gaining any knowledge Simply memorized the blot Then propagating endlessly With the evidence of naught The people behind the curtain Celebrity status Systems and institutions Cultivated on campus All appealing entertainment A distraction from madness Keep the veil upon their eyes Until all wonder has vanished And at that moment they are owned They are no longer human Just a part of a machine That wants power and ruin To never question the program Is to submit to delusion And to enact of that faith Is but pure prostitution But while they live in blindness In the confinement of systems There are some who stand out And have refused to be victims They won't jeopardize truth To an imperial dictum Instead they'll interrogate proof And expand in their wisdom See when it comes to religion There is nothing that's sacred And no matter how absurd It will populate patrons So you must make a choice in life Will you allow it to be wasted Or will you stand against the cult Eyes open, and awakened © GaratheDen © HeartOfBabel |