| The glorious frailty of the human mind
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| Leads us to deceive the mother of mankind
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| Nature is our master, we serve her through our deeds
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| She teaches us that only death is guaranteed
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| If there was a hell, there must I ever be
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| Eternal life in heaven is but a fallacy
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| So if death is nothing, but a path to be trod
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| Walk with me and let me introduce you to your God
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| Come see an exhibition of atrocity
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| An ocean of eternity
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| One in which the shore you’ll never see
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| Or your God of make believe
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| You speak to the sky and no one answers back
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| And yet you wager the word of God is fact
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| The horrors we imagine in vivid clarity
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| Become a spectacle, your God’s atrocities
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| A mirror image, reflection of your soul
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| Just nature’s play, all her children have a role
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| God’s an actor, the world nature’s stage
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| Our fates are scripted like so many
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| Letters on a page
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| A composition of atrocity
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| The Story of Christianity
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| A fairy tale of tyranny
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| Recipe for catastrophe
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| Man’s inclination
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| Is to bend those who oppose to our will
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| Does your great creator think
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| The good are better made by ills?
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| Dream after dream, time after time
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| He who conquers endures
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| The grand design of the mother
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| We the disease, and her the cure
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| Unsatisfied longing for the slaughter
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| The master often slays her sons and her daughters
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| Death is but and undress of skin and of bone
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| When you return to her, no sins to atone
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| The ending is the same for the vile and devout
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| Let all the poisons that lurk in the mind
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| Hatch out
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| She has predetermined our end
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| Nothing more she will portend |