Massacra

In moments of reflection
It all unfolds to me
I walk down through my mind
And feel a bitter cold fear

What mankind did with pretense
Of religion and belief

Away is the sun
Endless the night
Mankind's mascara
Intelligence is dead

There have been satanic rites
In blood, inserted crosses
Expulsion of all mortals
The good isn't better

Holy inquisitors
On arbitrary command
Through all
Blasphemic centuries

Destruction and hate
Sewage of faith, ignorant souls
The decline goes on
Man will never learn
That religion's created by man