Oh of God force - Fed on and lies, so and narrow-minded you cannot compromise. Even the most foolish know what he is taking - lest he find within a of his own making. The of Wyrd are many and our path you decide, for the secrets you seek are all you- use eyes. The threads cannot be that brought you here to me - and bind two foes the best of enemies. You upon me - I can tell you see, a man - simple thoughts and needs. - preying on a mind with fear, to all your ideas. Yet I will show you more you can comprehend, beware is a friend. Ask questions seeking knowledge of a faith you wish to - all our values, with hidden you try your underlying wish to - souls, to a faith will doubtless send our to the grave - mistake making overlooking the fact that we might not to be 'saved'. THE CREED: Fear is an old of mine, we have met times before. (Drawn to these spirits moths to a when there is no risk can be no gain). Death is a harsh of life you cannot or ignore. The is as strong in you as it is in me, the difference is you hold I set free. You seek to all those who comply, I'll take your and and show you why - the that you hold so dear (all laws and rules), they hold no more here the mutterings of fools. Just about you and I'm sure that you find - Heaven within our hearts and is but a figment of mind. These teachings you deem so sacred bcome devoid of meaning, when unto a faith that something worth believing. What is to of us when is turned to lies, will none remain to the tears when Mother cries? Proceed with - to all you survey, hidden await us on step of our way. Do not - for if you do you fall, unto perils far worse than you've before. Compared the threats we face devil seems so mild, a from the faerie-tales my mother me as a child. Why do you carry God like a - a dagger drawn ready to at the heart of a foe you don't really the reason you fight? - to replace our disgrace the 'loving' embrace of Lord - can't you see the plans made for me and my to us absurd. THE CREED: is the only recourse I require in my of need. (Drawn to the spirits moths to a - when there is no then can be no gain). Impassive it shows no for and greed. prejudice has dogmatised life, blinkered views that once held true will no suffice. For in my there is no point you can draw the line, 'twixt and evil, and sinner, and divine. Shaven-headed of an infantile - by what do you presume to come and take my If there is one of truth amidst hoard of lies, "Love your as yourself" with alone I can abide. These teachings you deem so sacred words devoid of meaning, when unto a faith that something worth believing. What is to of us when truth is to lies, will none remain to the tears when Mother cries? THE WAY OF THE living your life like an in flight you must always accept the end is in sight, be gtateful at least for the you knew you came to death - he did not for you. You are like who sit and - suffer the of fate, saying "I am but and to die - I can nothing so why I try?" Each morning you is an day' dawning, your penance for in mourning. By erst while your are enslaved, you out of the cradle into the grave. What reward is a of red and bread, you hunger for life - but on you are fed? Do not the you undertake, your hopes and fears and them face to fate. These spirits your enemies - but neither are friends, do not dare insult lest all you offend. They who here before us will when we have gone, and though we're long their memory will live on. Perhaps one day will see the error of ways, and in future glimpse of our yesterdays. Drawn to these spirits moths to a - there is no risk then can be no gain.