You bow before your god
You prostrate before his face
You pour your heart and soul
In your worship and adoration
With a gesture of cleansed hands
With rhythmic chants and songs
And you walk away transformed
Your hands seemingly consecrated
Then you go on to preach hatred
And declare fiery words of hate
A gospel of war and destruction
You kill the weak and innocent
Indiscriminately, in great fanfare
Without regard to political stance
And you admire your handiwork
Savoring the carnage of flesh
And you declare god is great!
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