The religion of peace

The religion of peace
Oddly leaves lives and properties in bits
The junction of time determines the weapon of choice
Crude stones or civilized bombs



The righteous murderers
Are their own first victims
Blocking out the voice within
A gag stuffs up the nag




A blood thirsty god calling for bloody action
The desire for virgins heating up the passion
Climaxing in a thunderous explosion

Boom! Goes the outer world
Gloom! Doom! The inner world

A lavish amount of water is scooped
As the friction of palms labor to rub out the guilt

Higher & higher rises the voice that prays
Announcing that today
The religion of peace
Has done its bit!