Make them Worship

Let me scare you into belief -

faith based on fear of the unknown,

loyalty founded in lies.

Let us lift our hands to an empty sky,

eyes fixed on a rising eclipse -

demons swallowing a dying sun.

Let you fall into rapture,

overcome by your prejudice -

your unwavering opinions.

Why change when forgiveness is promised -

when sins can be washed away

with a man-made tide?

Why worship

when honor comes cheap,

and the afterlife is just

one prayer away?