Superstitious

The ammunition for the fearful Coating their baseless fear with belief Choosing to believe in their delusions Rather than walk in faith with God They are forever imagining witches Seeking counsel among the evil-doers The superstitious are forever cursed By their own deformed belief system They blame all their misfortunes on some unknown witch They are quick to search for answers among the witch doctors And unashamed to knock on the doors of false prophets With their bucket full of promises And the their appetite for easy money The superstitious are forever robbed By those with whom their trust is embedded Superstition is a weapon of fear Deployed by the power of darkness to rob us To subject us to a life of paranoia And project us as faithless beings Undeserving of the love of God Forever cast away into the hands of darkness Foraging for answers in the wrong places