Beady eyes in deserts blinking
Huddled priests in dresses slinking
Torture tools to stop you thinking
Claims to evidence — no linking

Many innocents they’re seeking
Of logic fallacies reeking
Previous victims still shrieking
Charade dangerously creaking

Eyes are wet the tears are seeping
Ten percent they will be keeping
While pseudoscience keeps creeping
Alarms in my brain are beeping

Hands are raised and all are singing
Platitudes their lips are flinging
Asked for proof their hands are wringing
Another Dark Age they are bringing