The Gospel

In you birthed visions
from a passive placation
of bastions of fruition
of fallacy for a heretic
from an usurped power
providing no sanctity.
All misled to disguise
the tempted telling truth
of a seed planted, uneasy,
in such twisted motives
to erect in elevation
your rivaled rampart
so ripe for decay.
Led so far from home
you dethroned, discrowned,
and discredited a bitter
fool of his only fortune.
Now is the most opportune
to befriend the prophets
and saints, and preach
your holy gospel of dirt.
So continue your digging;
you will bury yourself
soon enough, I promise.