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Let there be the art |
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Painful urge to create in all matter embodied |
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Let there be the stars to sign the work |
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For earthbound creation to worship when |
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They'll start gazing upward |
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Let there be light, glowing from a far |
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Like a blasting horn bellows forth our coming |
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Divine architecture drawn onto the veil of existence |
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Your very existence, by sole will conceived |
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Since the first cell divided itself |
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Provided the canvas for the work to bloom |
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Until the time came to make apes into men |
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A sorry pinnacle drawn to regression |
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Creation, you self-predacious kind |
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The canvas you stained in majestic idiocy |
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For eons all was miscomprehended |
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Offerings slain for heaven granted better harvests |
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To vultures alone |
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To our image and resemblance [Solo: Pat] |
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Animals we did disguise [Solo: Mat] |
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Behind a mask of intelligence [Solo: Pat, Mat] |
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The beast can be sensed [Solo: Pat, Mat] |
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Creatures, so unfit for liberty |
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Always at war to force-feed a vision of divinity |
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Manipulating holiness |
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You see evil in all senses |
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Blindly guessing the why you've been |
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Arisen, given speech [Solo: Pat] |
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Made into flesh and blood [Solo: Mat] |
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Given a script and a play [Solo: Pat, Mat] |
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Characters (for which) higher will is reason [Solo: Pat, Mat] |