Tyrant

We're slaves to conditioning
Hidden eyes judge us from the heavens
Unseen fingers choking free will back down our throats
You can never escape the foul presence of christianity
And to ignore divine contradictions
And to reject a fictitious morality
And to scorn superstitions
And to put your faith in logic
This is the path to your damnation
This is the path to your damnation

And you shall know them by the fruit they bear
Intolerance, manipulation, genocide
All in the name of a God conjured
In the imaginations and machinations of men
How dejected and unfulfilled

Look to me in hate, pity, or indifference
But don't expect longing or acceptance
In these eyes, or in these words
Not for your, not for your

Pompous egotism
Boisterous moral posturing
Righteous indignation, or your resignation
To constant suffering

I would rather burn in hell
Than cling to man-made falsehoods
I would rather live in doubt and fear
Expecting an unfeeling abyss
I would rather
Than embrace false hope
Or extravagant fairy tales
Nothingness awaits