Cretin's Creed

The rise of demise.
Low morale from the lies.
The blackened sky amassed with flies.
Parasitic maggots in biological disguise.

"Give me your money. All of it!"
"But, why? Are you not already wealthy? You own all I have."
"Ha! I want your heart. Your mind. Your soul, Cretin."
"But, why?"
"Because you’re stupid enough to give it to me, Cretin."

The flock hath been betrayed,
by shepherd, palisade and crusade.
Thus the folk masquerade;
as budding spade and decayed jade.

"Turn on your television"
"It's already on"
"Watch intently, Cretin"
"Yes, Sir"

The snake injects his venom; no pain.
The infected happily smile; now they are sane.
Gone is the guilt of their hateful reign.
Utopian bliss with the extinction of their strain.

“Denounce your pride, Cretin!”
“Pride? What pride, Sir?”