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Question The Face Of GodWith our hands in the air; praying for an end.A vain attempt to satisfy the greed of a mortal mind. We caused it, we caused it all. We're traitors to our own ground. In fatal recess, we sacrifice ourselves to the fall. Forever burned in our minds; the images of eden. I question everything you thought you knew. Such a selfish claim to an absolute knowledge. I question your faith and ask why you fear the truth. Your extremist views mean nothing to me. I will never fall silent to vile ignorance. Perhaps your naivety = cognitive dissonance? Millions condensed to thousands. Time is compressed to the core. We are the infection discrediting our evolution from billions of years. When will you stray away? You're one of god's propagandist soldiers. Why do you seek pain? Leave these delusions at your doorstep. Your anger and your fear are sensed from miles away. The words of ancient violence painted upon your foreheads. Place all your hopes and faith on a farce. Make your final judgements with something that's fabricated. When will you stray away? You're one of god's propagandist soldiers. Why do you seek pain? Leave these delusions at your doorstep. Place all your hopes and faith on a farce. Find all your love and make your judgements with something that is not real. |