I cock a snook at you escapist folks of humandom
Your illusory potency is the opiate of you masses
Self-deluding quagmire of a non-existent afterlife
That be the effortless way out for the tremulous and the avaricious
You are the close-minded quasi-paranoic demented
Die smiling in the transfixing by a thunderbolt
Thinking it a call from the heavens, a halo to be
The more I see you ostriches of a lascivious breed
My resolve becomes resolute that
I would rather die, then be embarrassingly wrong.