A virus borne of your mind You spread and spit with your words That lives wherever it hurts A myth that doesn't deserve The pleasure and the pain We feed it like carrion A subroutine made alive Unbound, no longer inert A self-made god and a curse A meme, sentient and malign Spreading its wings like a flame We're in a web that we've woven Another day another little fiction to believe Another day another reason to stay down on your knees Violate, suffocate Whispers in your ear like a malediction Vile hate, in your head Religion is for peasants and politicians This // is not // a statement