Infallible peasants, armed and obese
Neither a factor for growing the seed
Trite and trivial, stringing their toes
Relics for abstinence, fools in the flow
Eden or Amityville, time tells all truth
Prior to fortification they prosed
Inside through blood streams, vitamins screamed
David, the layman, led marches, formed teams
During the squabbles the rejects ran dry
Reaching for speech to follow and chide
Eminent soldiers showed little breath
Aging anxiety creates fear of death
Merely a tool to tame the faint hearted
So are the religions these old laymen started