The scales will not balance,

neither logic nor evidence shall 

heal their sight, those who have made

holy robes of the emperor’s 

invisible clothes.

 

Believers spend their gold on a

branded bible, patriotic documents its 

companion texts, a deluxe 

fuck you to the separation of 

church and state, a badge of

awareness highlighting the perceived

persecution of their faith, their 

coins counted in the temple by the

snake oil merchant to defend his honor from the

relentless witch hunt by the deep left state.

 

Discernment is abandoned like 

dangerous secrets left carelessly in a 

golden water closet.