The Cleric

Every friday prayer we listen to our cleric
As he clarifies to us what may be esoteric
With his wisdom he drives people hysteric
We all sit down on the the ground
As he stands high and proud
We all cant make a sound
While he roars with a voice so loud
He stands in front, and we lag behind
But thats normal, he's one of a kind!
His vision is acute with a people so blind
Who's greatest fear was and is, the mind
But gentlemen, arent we the mastermind
Behind the greatest crime against mankind?
Arent we the ones who designed
This manlike deity with whom we signed
An agreement in which he was assigned
To control us, as our freedom we declined
And as from our freethinking we resigned
But then comes the moment of revolt
Which strikes as fast as a lightning bolt
Then comes the moment of liberty
One that shows our mind's nobility
As it exposes the unseen futility
Of their efforts to become a deity
But every cleric must surely know
That yes ,a comatosed mind may bow
Every cleric must surely feel
That yes, an enslaved mind may kneel
But beware when we all awake
Your illusory control becomes at stake
And beware when we all start to think
My friend, your clock will start to tick