Fanatics

Peace! as I walk through my mind,
I disregard all people of your kind.
Don't talk to me of  devils disciples,
or angels or other biblical recitals.

Your opinions mean little to me,
I use mine own eyes to see.
I know what is good just I know what is bad,
all you exist for is to make a life sad.

You stand on your pulpit shouting abuse,
your words are hollow they don't have any use.
So take the vitriolic vile you spew our way,
talking so loud that you don't hear what others say.

You seek to destroy all that people hold dear,
a sad life you live spreading the words of fear.
You say the end is nigh, sinners meet thy doom,
the only passion you have is to spread your fucking gloom.