We construct our fantasies

Then appoint priests to guard the gates

Thus creating our gods

Engineered to cut us off 

Refusing us entrance into our fantasy
We clothe our heros in clothes of glimmering gold

To convince ourselves that they are beyond us

We worship in order to excuse ourselves from the struggle

We stand in awe, precisely so that we dont need to become, aware
Becoming starstruck

We are saved from the horrors

Saved from the realization

That our gods are fantasies we’ve fabricated 

Drawing on our projections of self
Stand strong then

So that your gods can do the same

And reduce the risk of facing your harsh reality
Hold them, hold them at bay

And watch them with wonder

With dead eyes

Rescued from wander-ing