Your unflappable conception moralistic views
Never open to criticism your [bad word] Promises of sanctuary in eternal bliss
With starry eyes and cash in hand
Pledge all to the masters plan
Just face the [bad word] or fund the farce
At one with your god your sole intent
Your treasured place assured
For a substantial rent
Global lunacy death threats for supposed blasphemy
No room for free thought
All non believers pushed to the floor
Aggressive tyrants supposed saints for the cause
Judgment through force faith a fuel for pointless war
When all is done who shall benefit?
Who is the one?
Not those dictators divine waving their deceitful wands