Two-faced (Atheist Pt. 3)

The peace-loving orations they are,
them all, who’re also going to war
Are we dead yet, are we there yet,
are we powerful enough to kill?
Smothered by Mary
Drowned in Water
Nailed in the name of the Father

They could be living adrift their two faces
to reserve one in heaven
They could be molding their two faces,
their oeuvre that is the beyond

The love-loving little Pascals,
them all, who exorcises the human
but calls it the order of the only Star
and wagers to presence

While the privileged saves their hide
and the prisoners converse,
that the ordinary is truthful,
the intellectual is forged,
and the ruling is useful
Just waiting to be thought of