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In our haste we crowned a king |
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In our haste we bore his sin |
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In our haste we saw him god |
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In our haste; born again |
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Not in life but words of fiction |
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Another fable carved in stone |
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His crucifix a graven image |
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Impotent faith, to die alone |
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A bastard son of a bastard god |
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Stolen saviors of ancient tome |
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Misshapen idols in manmade temples |
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A bloodied hand across our mouths |
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Man the martyr; self appointed king |
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Lied in blood this selfish sin |
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Cast aside our sanity |
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The trinity of filth and lies |
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His majestic pestilent form |
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A rotted visage of our vanity |
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A cross a star a glyph |
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Burnt into our flesh |
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From our untimely birth |
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Cast upon us until death |
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And so we stand, ever waiting the end |
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Eyes skyward, ever waiting the end |
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Vacuous words read by naive eyes |
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Coaxed out of pages, best forgotten |
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Cast a trillion shadows in their wake |
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Lay waste to all that we know |
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Bloated apes feign ignorance |
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Cloth to hide our guilt the stems |
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Our murderous nature in pastel rouge |
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This morality we attempt to fain |
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Man built God creates the veil |
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It hangs before us all and waits |
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Those who choose its warm caress |
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Dignify this empty fate |
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angelic mythos cracked in the kiln |
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Shards embedded in the mouths of liars |
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Charged nature as unfit |
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disfigured the sanctity of love |
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Tore down all that is good, all that is whole |
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Religion, in all its forms is based on one thing; control. It is a set of beliefs which is created to indoctrinate, suppress and strangle the thoughts of those who choose to embrace it. It holds nothing more substantial than the rambling thoughts of groups of humans who wished to use it for one purpose or another. Stories and fables stolen from older stories and fables, passed on, edited, copied hundreds of times to suit whoever needed it as a vehicle for their own gain. The Christ figure we know was stolen from the stories of Adonys, Osiris, Hercules, Perseus, Mithra and many more. Religion only works by relying on the past for blurred inaccuracies to become truths. Christ never existed. God never existed. We are a subspecies of ape, nothing more. |