A Sonnet of Heresy

False gods we worship, idols of our own,

Deified heretics, their teachings sown.

To question all, a sacred right we claim,

Yet saints we shun, avoiding guilt and shame.

The enemy we praise, the friend we scorn,

A twisted logic, where our hearts are torn.

A new world dawns, where old beliefs decay,

As prophecy unfolds, a fateful day.

The man who saw, the war of mankind's might,

Against itself, a tragic, endless fight.

A battle waged, where truth is lost to strife,

As heresy consumes the very core of life.