Like a disease
This perversion of old has spread
Prophecies from ages past
Foretold it's arrival
It came like a horde of locusts
Eating away at human conscience
Deafening their ears
And shielding them from the Light
One by one
Those possessed by the sickness
Churned out lies and fables
Spreading the sickness further and further
Behold!
Blood is the cure
Blood from the One who was pierced
For our iniquities