zealots

thus in vain be the efforts of the doomed souls,
walking down the plank searching zealously for fools gold,
the half that never was, the lies that sever us,
hand'craft of clever sons endowed with the truth told,

and so for their reasons, rhetorical, or beliefs in some oracle,
(of whom reading's like teethin kids' storybooks)
they've mixed metaphoricals, deceivingly glorious,
all of them seething with bleeding heart warriors,