Sacred Things

Sacred Things are so fully good,
Tell their faults, we never could.
Bestowing us instant sainthood,
They're our minds' staple food.

Since they have not a single flaw,
We have no need of scrutiny's claw.
Under the spell of their silent law,
Out icy hearts can never thaw.

Yet, the tiny dirt we failed to pick 
Leads to wide infection so quick.
Sacred things are now morally sick,
Suffering their own vengeful kick.

No longer just harmless folklore,
They're bringing us blood and gore.
So, their sacredness we must ignore,
Their falsity we must truly explore.