As though it were truth,
And respond with dunces,
With no thoughts of their own.
Students by the thousand
Babble their creed
Of worshipping the creation
While disavowing its author.
Perched atop ignorant assumptions
And piling more on top of these
Until the edifice reaches absurdly upward
A monument to the urge of man
To create for himself nonsensical theories
Masquerading as facts.
Of those who continually stand firm
And point to ever receding absolutes,
They hurl names and epithets
Certain that their crazy idolatries
Require only passionate adherence
As proof of validity.
But lonely and steadfast
Like a stone sentinel in the mist,