Inquision Disposition Poem by BroKen FisT

Christ slapped face,
you better know yer place.
Cut yer tongue,
confess lies, true, false, one in one.
Witchkraft, blasphemy and sodomy done.
Loved ones tortured.
Even confessed tongues.
I thought yer Lucifer was the accuser.
I thought you are the holiest of men.
What i see, by yer means,
is a great truth laughably mistaken.
It seems to me, by yer means,
is that you are the very being you go against.
Blinded by false light.
It's sad.
Im amused from a distance.
Force fed beliefs,
mentally abused.
20/20 vision obviously cannot see,
that many men are ignorant and used.
To the extreme.