Evangelion

It was always about power.

Your need for greed drives you on through the long haul

A rock climb over the backs of the less intelligent

To reach your sacred top.

To win you sin

And as your crowds raise up the din

You smile

With that burning fire

A smolder in your eye

They die

Day by day

For your Truth, your Justice, your Sacred Flame

Your God.

But what if I would tell you that

you, like I, know nothing

None about that sacred power, that endless eternity that

Binds all things

Whose desires you claim to know so much about.

And now I’m trapped by your

Sacred Conquest

A prisoner of the War Against

Modernity.

There are those who’d say “I’m sorry.”

Those who’d pity you and look down on you and your 

Primitivity 

With kind sadness.

I give you no such sympathy.

You cite your holy gospel of kindness and goodwill

And spread an Evangelion of hatred.

But unlike your holy lord, I am not full of mercy.

And I say you do know what you do.

You do not deserve my pity,

And I hope you burn.