In place of incluence 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 I choose the chainsaw, objective truth never hurt like this Such power, so much force, your arguments lie bloody and severed Beneath a mangled heap of subjective thinking Pride All you have left Ad hominem Your last defense The final blow My chainsaw rips the lies from your heart But eternal truth can stitch the incision and wipe away the tears Yourself enslaved, yet you have a choice Eyes fixed on your broken corpse, you realize your fault I hate you not God hates you not You need fear not Truth just killed you I hate you not God hates you not You need fear not Truth wil revive you