Oblivious brother bouncing door to door,
Preaching, traveling shore to shore,
Condemning man along the way,
You filter hate with what you say,
Guilting young and robbing old
of all those things you'll never hold.
You wash your food with ignorance
and eat with little substance.
It's safe to blame the strange,
But in the end, estrange.
These people you fight,
the evil you "conquer",
is your neighbor in light,
and leaving you gaunter.
You waste away with weight,
always feeling urged.
The seeds you sow, are hate,
needing to be purged.