Violator-Machinae Supremacy

Close your eyes and just ignore All that is wrong with your beliefs. What better way to be devout? Hammer down the innocent minds Of those trusting boys and girls, And shut the door on your way out. You think to build a master faith On torture and pain? No room for logic or debate, In god's domain? Hide your young away and Teach them only what you know to be. God's honest truth in vast supply What you teach is so implausible, You cannot trust the world To not convince them otherwise. How pitiful this land of yours Where free thought is feared And make you isolate And force your children to revere. Close your eyes and just ignore All that is wrong with your beliefs. What better way to be devout? Hammer down the innocent minds Of those trusting boys and girls, And shut the door on your way out. No one will stand in the way of your bastard parade. Even the youngest have a place in your crusade. There is no defiance there when you invade. You think to build the master faith on torture and pain? With indoctrination the true God will reign. No room for logic or debate, in your domain.