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Why does no one question |
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The aspects of our reality |
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Yet place such a heavy value |
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On knowledge they do not have |
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Tear down the facade of infallibility |
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Sentient, indeed, but imperfect man |
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Can only create imperfect works |
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Thus even a book can be wrong |
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I have little faith in the religion of man |
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Repetition and rote, does not salvation create |
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Bright and clear |
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I must open my mind |
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To unlock the manacles of tradition |
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Why do they fall into roles |
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Society insists they must enact from birth |
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Deviation is termed as abnormal |
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By those who are afraid to live |
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I have little faith in the ways of man |
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As faulty creatures we are at best |
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What is the difference between them and me? |
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My views and dreams, at least |
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I can feel |
