11-13"Who talked you into the pursuit of this nonsense,
leaving me high and dry,
forgetting you ever knew me?
Because I don't yell and make a scene
do you think I don't exist?
I'll go over, detail by detail, all your 'righteous' attempts at religion,
and expose the absurdity of it all.
Go ahead, cry for help to your collection of no-gods:
A good wind will blow them away.
They're smoke, nothing but smoke.
"But anyone who runs to me for help
will inherit the land,
will end up owning my holy mountain!"
14Someone says: "Build, build! Make a road!
Clear the way, remove the rocks
from the road my people will travel."