Morg: Fear of God


Fear of God burning within,
Eyes open wide but I cannot see.
What is the crime? Why this punishment?
Guilt my only motivation.

Trying to find a universal truth,
A soothing certainty to rely on.
Asking the wise of the society
If they can help me find my way.
Unsurprised I turn to one volume,
All of the fingers point to one place.

Ancient scriptures written by man,
Laws of life I cannot understand.
Attempting to fulfil wishes from the past,
Bound to a book and down for life.
Rituals dating back to primal times,
Disguised behind a greater being than man.
All that has been and will ever be
Needs no meaning and it's right here right now.

Blind people led by the blind,
Outdated fiction rules their lives,
Standing in line, chanting in uniform
Prayers for their absent savior,
Mass hypnosis, humbling themselves
To submit at the mercy of Him.

All your prayers fall on deaf ears,
All his miracles: coincidence,
All your fear: caused by your kind,
Sheep led astray by the shepherd.

Everything's for sale if the price is right,
Sell your soul for a material might.
Dark is the future for the most of us,
But not for me, I'll make it for myself.
Nothing's left but dust and mounting lies,
Ancient procedures unfit for modern times.
The disciple's progress grossly denied,
A maelstrom of guilt and a fear of God.

But now with the evil seeding,
Human existence bleeding,
This sanity deceiving,
Could this be the only way?