A fly on the wall (or should that be "cloud?") may hear musings...

You say I'm on your side

So do they I hear

You believe 

They believe

What's the problem here?

You say your soul will rise

And theirs will descend

You go up

They go down

You're both wrong in the end

You say you know my mind

And so they should die

You are flesh

They are blood

Both mortal in my eye

I'm sick of being used

To justify the wrong

You're with me?

They are too

But I won't play along

You send me all those prayers

Incense, candles, the lot

Preach your creed

"They must bleed"

I'm not party to your plot

You rally and you rail

Wave weapons overhead

Chant your wrongs

Sing stirring songs

But I will not be led

You pursue your crusade

"The infidel must expire"

Quote your texts

Muscles flexed

But I am not for hire

I shall soon have my say

That all I ask is love

till your soil

Reward for toil

I shall speak from above

When I speak you will quake

Realise you err you fools

Justifying 

all this dying

I shall crush your warring tools

You've used my name too long

To justify your hate

Twist my book

Fish and hook

Repentance? You're too late

All you need is love

Not a lot beside

Treat another

As your brother

Perhaps you'll turn the tide