The sweet princess smiles, attracting the masses.
Her touch comforts millions; to her, they raise glasses.
She offers an alternative, spreading words of peace.
War, plague, and death – she prays that they cease.
The princess seems perfect, complete with her veil.
Her superhuman image is recalled before meals.
Her hands heal the sickness of people in pain.
Her name is chanted both in joy and in vain.
No one dares to ask from where her power originates.
Everyone accepts her as salvation, as their fate.
For although the princess seems to have a heart of gold,
Her ultimate secret is unquestioned, untold.
Under the covers of darkness, some whisper their theories.
Very few dare speak publicly of her stories.
For behind the veil is an evil, six-headed beast
Made of lies, yet on non-believers known to feast.
The beast causes destruction, burns buildings in its name.
Its majestic gestures gain both infamy and fame.
Ethnic cleansings, genocide – they continue and never end
For the beast is very good at the game of pretend.
It divides good and evil, yet both exist in it.
Eternity in hell is threatened to all who flinch.
It refuses to provide evidence as to why we are here;
Simply says to do good and not despair.
Without explanation, it has taken over the world.
Yet where would we be if the truth was widely heard?
If we had no fear of action and consequence,
Wouldn’t we already be with Providence?
Would there be random slayings without belief?
Would we ever hear the rustle of a leaf?
Or would earth be peaceful bits and pieces,
The princess-beast no longer needed?
