High up above on the mount Temptation
In the thin air that births your clouded judgement
He laid the seeds of His intricate diversion
And in the hunger that stalks your guilty mind

Stumbling down the slope of credibility
Only you have smelled the Devil's breath
No brethren there to falsify your statement
Did you knowingly allow Him in your flesh?

I accuse you, self proclaimed prophet of truth...
I accuse you of the murder of doubt!

You brought us hate, o prophet of love
The death of reason and compassion
The downfall of our sensibility
And the suspicion of our neighbour

You brought us war, o prophet of peace
The death of fathers and of kin
The raping of our mothers and our sisters
And the starvation of a people's Intellect

I accuse you
Of the murder of doubt,
The laudation of obedience,
The exaltation of stupidity,
The cultivation of fear,
And the instigation of a species
against it's own
collective
interest.

You brought upon us division and duality,
The lapidation of critical thought,
The imposition of the moral binary,
The installation of the patriarch,
The degradation of our women,
The infestation of our ethics
And the deprivation of autonomy
Over body
And soul.

I accuse you of willingly and knowingly
Misleading an entire population
In spite of their own nature and needs
For your own personal gain.

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