Nearly every scripture, every holy book
Much was taught, less was understood
Those who preached never implemented
And those who practised,never explained
Verses were like the existence of God
One interpreted like the way he thought...
No feelings to purge, no spirits to evoke
Nothing to attain and nowhere to stop,
Is this the only purpose of our existence
To live like a felony and die anonymous;
We, who had crucified the supreme son
Are now being tortured, as an outcome
Our conduct, our ideals, mere blasphemy
Born to be petrified and sense morbidity!