Created sick, commanded to be sound.
Born lost and promised you'll be found -
Raised by chains and told that you are free,
I do not believe that your god is for me.
What vanity to mold us in a vein,
And expect that from impulse, refrain.
One would call that pointless work insane!
The product of a clearly broken brain.
And you seek to convince me with a book?
Your holy writ, your pack of lies, your hook?
Words are a -
You know what, fuck it, I can't finish this one.
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These words are a self-sunderous oath, and sooth!
You teacheth me a tooth for a tooth?
A stone for a stone moves a mountain, yet
The first is forbidden, in rock it is set
A tool, a book! Mightier than the sword indeed
But the face of a faith has left this life in need.
/endwank
I actually like that last line and I hate both you and myself for that.
I broke your brain.
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