Blind faith psychosis

Psychosis

What is it then that makes them pray
That makes them creep and crawl all day
That makes them read some silly script
Their pride and confidence slyly stripped

What is it then that transfers their minds
To heavens and angels and spiritual kinds
To attend cathedrals in little groups
Then dress in robes as exemplar troops

What is it then that makes them build
On fertile land where food was tilled
Huge cathedrals and churches too
Just to sing and confess anew

Does it help in any way
To wile away the hours of day
Dressed in black and on their knees
Praying to anything and making pleas

Is it selfishness that makes them think
We all need them to cower and shrink
On our behalf at their request
So that our souls be sublimely blessed

The whiff of selfishness stirs the air
Me thinks it’s just themselves they care
The work is easy and less to think
From competition they wilt and shrink

This god they advocate with fuss
When ask for proof they look nonplussed
O proof O proof what for you need
The devils home you’ll go with speed

My lucid mind begins to stir
I’m in the hands of a blackmailer
I only asked for what your sales
Then they came back as hard as nails

So business then shall prevail
In Woolworth’s by an honest sale
The church an inquisition I think
Proof of content surely brinks
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