We Have An Altar And The Attention

...Of The Masses. Hey, Vicar, get away from these halls. you’ve been hanging around way too much and we’re suspicious oh, we’re suspicious. Don’t tell us youre here to save our souls cause theyre under lock and key and they aren’t coming out without our prior consent. So leave these halls, Preacher Boy, and take your words with you. Tell your so called saviour that salvation is dead. Faith pays but we’re fighting back penniless. This is our time using our minds rather than an assortment of collected and accepted beliefs. So leave these halls, Godsend, pass back through those walls you floated through. We’ve got this operation sorted down to the minor details and you aren’t fucking this up for us. We can see for miles in our armoured watchtowers and we’re yet to see someone calling your name. So leave this land, Angel, leave it with your head held high and your eyes shut tight, because, trust me, you don’t want to see the horrors we have. We’ve seen babies drowned in holy waters and angels shed their wings. Wise men have committed suicide while others beg for their knowledge. We’ve seen animals on the verge of extinction killed for their fur only to see that fur draped over the priest’s wife. So don’t tell us its for our own good. Leave this land, messenger, and don’t forget to pray for us and tell us our sins will be forgiven if we listen. Yet we’ve had our earplugs in for ages now and your words aren’t ringing true. Disciple is an ugly word, it sounds like slave to us and we aren’t ready to follow anyone’s orders. We’re self sufficient now and nobodies taking that away from us. We’ve built empires to rival the greatest kingdoms in history and we aren’t stopping anytime soon. Leave this land, holy one, or we shall force you out. We’ve reconstructed the rainforests and revived extinct species, now we’re starting on the history books. So grab a pen and paper and write this down: Our heads shall not be turned! Our backs will not be stabbed! Our minds will not be swayed! This land will never be yours! So leave the sky, imperial lord, before we scorch it with our rage, we are no longer dependant on the sun let alone your secret paradise. We’ll shred the clouds and tear the horizon, we’ll thoroughly extinguish the sun. Your hiding place will be revealed and you’ll have nowhere left to reside. So leave the heavens, hater and take your threats with you. nothing you can say or do will divide or scare us. We took this world hand in hand and we plan to leave it that way. So its no big deal if damnation is waiting as we’ll face the fire together.