WRITTEN BY MEN

Drawing near the end of days
The zealots, in a mindless craze
Hear their God, they heap with praise
Call all the "others" no more than strays

Instructed to exact the pain
Till all the rest have all been slain
Rewarded with virgins
With whom they will lay
Bathing in pleasure
Beyond the last day

Then there's the other group
So caught up in the hate
So sure that their enemies
Have sealed their fate

That they have not read
The other camps book
So, will witness the Hell
When the time comes to look

Their God is the greatest
Each side is so sure
They will be chosen
Their word is more pure

Yet the word was not written
By a God, but a man
So full in his ignorance
Not lacking elan
In a time of no Knowledge
Consideration, or Care
When thunder brought anger
From gods through the air