Spiritual Machines

Never seen the light
Not sure if I’m ever right
Should I oppose your belief
Should I indulge in your deceit

Holy images Holy innocent
Thoughtless religious imbeciles
They’re spiritual machines

And I free myself
From being someone else
Just another part of the machine

I no longer need you
I’m much stronger than before
And I no longer believe in you
I believe in something more

Pious literature
Demented pages turn
They flutter like leaves blown in the wind
Twisted words remain
The oracle of pain
Housing the message held within
Ideas they shift and flow
Ideas they drift and grow
Morphing with life all their own
A Casual Interest forms
A deeper knowledge swarms
Engulfing caustic global tribe