Tip your glass again, sons and daughters; you claim another victory
One punctuated by the broken piled at your chapel doors
You’ve fought with olden quotes; used to slay, used to remedy;
Maddening theoretical royalty festering in open sores
Without aide of your Father’s name you’re counted as worthless
Brains caught continuously on a one track circuit
Hypothetical peace taught trembling through razor verses
Humanities blight is the dangerously ignorant zealot
Why proudly persecute the already weary and world-worn?
Preach love to the ones you bloodied; kill with kindness
Poison laced around the sweet words your tongues adorn;
Then return home to lying smiles and your pit of blindness
Hell sports similar barren walls,
More sin occurs in hallowed halls
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