Reasoned Treason Against the Heathens

You’re casteless cast of marionettes play out the sermon with lustful glares
Each vindictive sect’s predictive texts orchestrate the prolific hate they seal within prayers
Our voices ascend with every arpeggio we climb, a fetal ideology bellowed through the ambiblical chord
The capacity for veracity in your chassis is bleak; your pliable moral fiber mirrors the idol you’ve adored
Your fiction’s been attacked by a conniption packed clusterfact; it was destined for your syndicate
Just pray the authors of your delicate diatribes don’t ever catch wind of it
You monogamous gripped your Father’s script in the hopes it would grant security Never keen to the fact, I pull the strings in each act; your deity never spews his impurity.