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Their pious iconography, seductive and sublime |
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Artifacts from allegoric myth |
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Crucifix, testaments - seemingly benign |
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What havoc have they wrought upon this earth |
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Stalking, these jackals never cease |
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Clawing at our gates |
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With nebulous beliefs, apocryphal |
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Born from the callow minds of men |
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Not resting till they have theocracy in hand |
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And Church molesting State |
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Their laughable liturgies |
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Intelligent design? |
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Mortify the blind faithful flock |
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Comedies canonical, this spectacle divine |
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Mesmerizing millions over naught |
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Slowly, they pander their disease |
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With secrecy enshrined |
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At the table of deceit, the faithful dine |
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Born from the callow minds of men |
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Not resting till they have theocracy in hand |
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And Church molesting State |
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To break the secular conduct |
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To rule with piety perverse |
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While the shit of the State ****ing reeks |
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Only they could make it even worse |
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Yet they stand in fear, |
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Petrified in the face of science, |
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Where evidence stands to contradict, |
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And deny their faith of servility |
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Defined, by myth |
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It's a fable that should never burden man |
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And the church, with power replete, |
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Would sanction the very rule of myth over man |
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As insidious agents of faith, |
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Still lost in the ether |
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(Amen) |
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So we sing the agnostic's song |
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In spirit and mind we govern ourselves |
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We need not their catechist codes |
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To live out our days, and make our tomorrows |
