Disguised lyrics

In idiocy's disguise is malice

A malice so often unwarranted

Upon a nameless, faceless foe

Whose mere image distasteful

But a common man, unmerited

Hatred wheeled by an ignorance

They that have no cause for such

Fallen captives to disseminated lies

Because reason has not matured

Within them is yet a child's mind

Their bounty of hate like a cancer

It spreads to infect the unthinking

Crushing the productivity of man

It's path is but destruction incarnate

Blind to innocence and guiltless

The voice of hatred, a voice of death

For martyrs plod their way to oblivion

Their mothers weep in their loss

Mourning the hate bequeathed so

That shone a path to their demise

What is it that merger men challenge

Their God's intentions deemed so

Mortal men usurp the creator

To destroy his blesses creatures

Misinterpreting his words, acts

Why is it so that those who show

The paths to martyrdom dire

N'er walk upon its troubled road

Only to point the way, n'er to see

Its abysmally darkened end

All worshipping the same intangible

A god of differing names, the same

Whose word is of peace and good

What man will find paradise then

Who would destroy his creations

What greater wrong than be given

Reason is to think, to gain wisdom

To know that men's words differ

But God's are good and peaceful

Only a fool throws away life so

Hatred and war bring defeat

The hatred and killing of others

It is the slaying of their souls

Not for others, but for oneself

Living, the dead haunt themselves

The dead hide beneath the ground

They find peace in hatred's folly

In the end naught is of naught

The cursed are those who judged

In his court they were unqualified

The struggle of religions concealed

Its patsy deemed racism instead

Yet men are all the same there

And God, then knows no religion

Does then religion know of God

Such abstractions that men fight

Freedom is innocuous prudently

Some will always take too much

Claiming to be victims of order

Pilfering lives, and purveying lies

Hatred and victims are always one

Walking hand in hand never free

Tethered to destruction of all

Lending excuses to sedition

For those of selfish intentions

But always in the end it is the same

The serpent kept to bosom strikes

Its malevolent nature a surprise

To one that nurtured it so well

Ignorant, uncaring, and breathless