Credos and Credulity

Who decides what's heresy

And who's a heretic?

Whose Holy Book is verity

And who for Heav'n is fit?

Such fantastic speculation

Seems from a distant age.

So why is Holy Revelation

Still a power upon the stage?

Should I shout out my conviction

That God sent his angel down

And charged me with a mission

To assume a global crown,

Whereby universal harmony 

Will reign for evermore,

So long as all you folk comply

With the letter of my law?

Is there anyone who'd listen

If I preached of such delusion?

I'd hope a mental health physician

Might prescribe an institution. 

But scenarios as odd

Yet keep humankind in thrall,

And billions thus still fear the God

Of Moses, Mahmoud and St. Paul.

God spoke to them in days long past,

Which gave rise to institutions

Endowed with buildings beautiful and vast

That give strength to old illusions. 

Plant ideas in infant minds,

With ritual repetition,

And notions of the weirdest kind

Will be rewarded with fruition. 

And so Holy Revelation

Wields a power we might deride,

But drones are useless as persuasion

When glory's reached by suicide.