A fool believes what he is told without question,
Bold enough stories of glory and resurrection.
The wise man has his hands in the insurrection.
Correction, the WISER man.
The wise man has no desire to defy,
"The end's don't justify the means,"
My cold hearted reply.
Wisdom is not in any vision, that depicts religious cataclysm,
Yet the mission gains strength.
Painstakingly I ponder your name, Faith.
Faith is a commercial, a hook immersed in bait.
Faith is submerged to the depth of death and hate, kindly classified as fate.
The greater good defense was created by hateful holders of dollars and cents.
Sometimes I feel like I'm wallowing in ignorance,
Other times I feel ignorant.
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