Blind Faith

So blind are you in your faith, you cannot look straight
Taking a villain’s not a martyr’s glorious fate
Your head so fixed to stare at the distant heavens,
Your stubborn view still holds even if your neck weakens:
Foolishly ignorant from the hell you walk and cause,
Everything is perfect when you see you have no flaws!
Pray to the devil and the swine that is your god!
But look at what and where you so careful trod.