Fanaticism

I try to lead a simple life on this earth. A master plan you gave birth.
The plan you found has been around, useless, of no worth.
Bloody deeds, your hands are clean. Poisoned weeds fill the scene.
We can't ignore, you are no more than a tyrant obscene.

Fanaticism unbending, tyranny unending. Good for you, you do it!
In hell, go to it!

Get real! You're so fake! Angel face with the heart of a snake.
You're going down, you clown! Freedom is no mistake.

Lord have mercy! Have I offended you? Will my life be ended too?
Your rule is just a joke. We groan under your yoke.
Hate all the ass-kissers who befriended you.
Fanaticism, etc.

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Rod Mitchell