A poem. Written by me, about the spread of knowledge. Hope you like it! :)

Obviously this is very dramatized and uses a lot of words but if you get what I'm saying I think you really are a skeptic.

The self-righteous claim the throne of right.

Perched upon it, they are a blight.

To those who do for goodness' sake.

Those are the ones that they forsake.

For those self-righteous, bigots, pious all.

Know nothing of doing good for one and all.

For the sake of good and nothing more.

Is all that is in store.

For those who choose to walk away.

From the false light, life, and brutish way.

They turn their heads towards the day.

Break of dawn will light the way.

Shine its light on those who pray.

On those who cannot think they must.

For they are the ones quickest to trust.

Those who give them that for which they lust.

Happiness, security, all a ruse.

Promised by those who wish to confuse.

The minds of those who cannot think.

For themselves one and all.

These are the ones who will cause our fall.

One day, if not the end comes first.

In one burst, we will end this thirst.

For lies that make us fell good inside.

And turn our minds from the pious way.

This day will come in its own way.

Trust in the dark way. The way of flame.

Spreading far and wide to cleanse the tainted mind.

Knowledge and understanding are this flame.

That will break the day and light the way.

Light the path to a better day.

Spark this flame and it will grow.

Faster than you could ever know.

Burn the piety away.

This flame like all before, will destroy.

But then, end, in one clear gaze.

Raze this mind of lies.

Look towards and beyond the skies.

Flame destroys, consumes, but then creates.

Something great but never fake.

Trust this flame. It will destroy the old you.

But you will rise from the ashes.

Born anew.

Think.