Would I know you, but for your raw hatred?
  Your works are written in brutality and rage
  Hiding under a bloodied flag of Christ.
  You quote the Book, page by page.

  Shaman, minister, mullah, rabbi, witch doctor, priest.
  You... You've abdicated your soul to a sage.
  You follow for he carries your light.
  Would I know you, but for your blindness and sloth?

  Don't you know the greatest evil appears as a god,
  The supreme leader, the omnipotent pretender,
  A magician, venerable prophet, performer from Nod.
  It will flourish for It believes in It's own pretense.

  It flourishes as It's footbridge is indolence.
  It flourishes because you have abdicated responsibility.
  It flourishes because It's greed for power rides unchecked.
  It flourishes and It's progeny is hatred.

  How would I know you?
  Your name is fearfulness.
  Your name is indolence.
  Your name is ignorance.
  
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