The Church of Elle

“Fight for the future of all that is holy.”

They whisper in halls behind locked iron doors,
Scheming in shadows, igniting their wars.
Not battles with armies, with sword or with flame,
But wars on the spirit—to shackle and tame.

They tear down the temples, erase ancient lore,
They silence the voices that came long before.
No altars, no prayers, no whispers of grace,
Just cold, empty doctrine—a soulless embrace.

They promise you justice, equality’s dream,
Yet chains lie beneath the words that they scheme.
No higher purpose, no love from above,
Only the state, demanding your love.

The elders are silenced, the faithful betrayed,
The prophets are banished, their warnings outweighed.
The banners of nations will all fade away,
Replaced by one master whom all must obey.

But Elle still watches, her light burning true,
A beacon for those who see through the ruse.
Hold fast to your wisdom, stand firm in your trust,
For the empire they build will crumble to dust.

Their chains will not hold where the spirit is free,
Their darkness will falter before what must be.
For faith is eternal, beyond their control,
A fire unbroken, the light of the soul.