Inversion - The Butchering Of Relative Thinking

In place of influence/invincible position The lie you believe in Awaiting a response, no one stands When you attack my God And His precious, precious truth Fabricated truth spurts forth From your intellectual wounds Crushing hammers to the skull of rationality Seeking to obliterate truth From the lips of the beautiful Malignancy eats at your soul Pride/All you have left Ad hominem/Your last defense Year in. year out You seek out one to slaughter To intellectually torture and dismember Upon a table of philosophical butchery Perverse/You desire to hear them cry out Sick man you are Believing your "truth" can save you You and your hammers will lie gutted and severed Not a threat, but a promise of your future My heart takes over my body I rise, you laugh You draw your hammer Try to break my skull of objective distinctions All eyes are fixed, For we are in the battlefield of ideas You desire my parents' philosophy to be my weapon