MISGUIDED VENTURE
Wreaths of impiety adorn your necks,
Held sway under the hypnosis of zealotry.
The chant of the faithful is a wail of blasphemy;
The altar of promise, a slaughter slab of demise;
The howl at dawn, a summons for the Fraternity;
Anointed assassins for the just cause. The land is a cesspit for my brot