I haven't decided yet.

Empty idols,
Built to be as big as god
Standing amongst the sacrifices of the blind, deaf and dumb.
Seek yea first the kingdom of the hypocrite and all these things shall be added unto you;

Bitterness,

Resentment,

Bigotry,

Intolerance.

You build your lives upon cornerstones of fear,
Adding to them day by day
Until you've convinced yourself of the sanctity of the tormented life.

You martyr yourselves till joy itself feels like a sin
Turning each pleasure into a labour of unrequited love.

Embittered by it you seek and destroy the hopes of others,
Illustrating your fear of fire and brimstone
You suffocate the world of all its treasures
Until hell itself seems like a beach resort.

If half the time spent looking for evil was spent looking for god
Maybe I would still have faith.