Anthem

Blind faith lures in

The hopeless masses

Who's faces fade

Into our stars

And create a 

Faux formation

To help belief

Spread through this horde

And make pregnant

An ignorant world.

Baby wisdon,

Born from this world's

Womb, will not reach

Us, deaf and blind

For the faith we've 

Chosen to trust

Is the reason

For the clear fault

In our bright stars.