From the darkness where it lay
What note will break on through the gloom
To show the path now laid
The bread crumbs sown through the years
On said path that led from home
Gobbled in greed by vultures fears
That there would be no more to feed upon
Creations of man led manipulations
To think thoughts that would not be your own
The psychology base of the herd to clear
To not know that mass manipulation had made it's home
And the Pope now has a terror squad
For the weapons of mass destruction that he looks to see
The word some how now twisted with this thought
That this is what God would wish to see
