Suggestio Falsi/Fallacious

Are we Godlike? Or merely alone and friendless without a country of our own to bear? Have we been cursed with fanciful minds like saints we all fucking lie? Has our belief in these words and rituals become mere fancy? So what if a priest cloaks us with holy water does that make us blessed? Even when the devil slithers around our neck like a snake? So are we Godlike? Even though we’ve lost our crowns adorn with pearls and lies? So do our crowns lay with the devil inside our minds? Or are we merely the wretched excuse of kings without crowns consumed with divine power? Oh has this become a divine affair? For we’re equipped with bibles, waiting on our date with the gallows to end. So will we drown our conscience with a drink and convince ourselves that we’re like saints? Oh how obsolete it feels when perfection dabs your lips? And we manifest into swine therefore we’ve become failure in the flesh. So does that make us Godlike?