"Mind-Wipe Sermon"

The ancient cults spit venom from pulpits draped in lies, They pump their fucking poison, to rot your vacant eyes. From every rotting scripture, from every prophet's tongue, A silent, mental slaughter, on every mind it's flung. They promise no damn future, for souls they've ripped and torn, Just human fucking garbage, since the cursed day you're born. This ain't no holy battle, just one diseased, rabid fraud, Tearing out your reason, bowing to empty law. They brand us with their hatred, carve fear into our flesh, All savage, warring doctrines, in a goddamn, brutal mesh. They scream their dogma's glory, with eyes of burning zeal, Then crush our fucking spirits, with an iron, crushing heel. Our skulls are fucking warzones, where prophets claw and bite, Draining every rational thought, extinguishing our light. They'll gut our sense of self, leave nothing but a void, Just hollow, screaming puppets, utterly destroyed. The temples spew their sickness, the holy towers whine, For every fucking truth they stole, in this unending, bitter plight. No peace in their damn heavens, just endless, warring creeds, Planting seeds of madness, where only carnage feeds. They'll smash our minds to dust, embrace our vilest fears, While the multi-headed beast of faith grins through a thousand tears. Our spirits are just carcasses, for their eternal fight, Drained, degraded, fucking broken, in this apocalyptic night!