MOPP 4

Three Nails and a Crescent

Take your prophets and gods

Nail them to steely technology

Scorn their mouths

Speaking in tongues of hate

Scorn their hands reaching for wealth and power

Scorn their feet standing on the backs of their followers

Burn their tracts and break the altars

Break the chains that hold you

Cut through the lies with sharp knives

Scorn their promise of virgins or gold

They are all false idols

Concocted by lunatics

And foisted upon the masses

Tear down the temples of their insanity

Break the tithe and free your soul

All you need is within