what do the inhabitants of le oubliee think of my random s***

They said that I was perfect, a true work of art
sitting in their laboratories, waiting in the dark.
Not knowing of my powers, I staid and played their game
Waiting for the day they said their would be no pain.

I soon grew impatient, tiring of their lies
The men said they were helping me, laughing threw pale blue eyes.
I had to take action, the timing now was just
they knew not what hit them, I mocked them out of lust.
I smashed them into test tubes, I strangled them with cords
all the men were dead now, their bodies maimed and gored.

I felt my self undone like a spiders broken web
unable to catch my self as i slowly flew away.
I stared at all their research
Their notes and their finds
trying to see just how well they used their feeble minds.

They said that they were helping me with their needles and their knives
Now I know they wanted the secret of my mind.
I’m all alone now in this dark and bloody crypt
all the pieces come together, they make a perfect fit.
They said that I was perfect a true work of art, sitting in their laboratories,
waiting in the dark.
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Religion

The battle for "truth"
Just another Damn excuse!
For those I pity
in their stupid little city
In their search for the "truth".

God is Our savior
a divine light we favor.

A symbol of purity
in our world of obscurity
In a crowd of the damned you see
a light from his hand
a chance of resurrection

Religion!
I think not
He's but the truth that you’ve sought
not a deity or a saint
but what all others hate!
In a world of Religion!