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Who is actually out there That the multitudes believe What religion is really there That they all see How many are actually out there That makes them all believe What religions are actually out there That they all see and believe How do they know they are there What have they seen that they believe All their religions they say that are out there That have never ever been seen So many scripts and fables Passed down through the times Passages from village elders Etched and changed their minds Do believers look back even further To well over two thousand years When the village elders decided To suppress, enhance their fears Do believers go back even further When the land produced their gods Volcanoes, lightening and thunder Became their staff, their rod As i return from beyond the dark On travels that you can't comprehend Others actually know where you came from If told, would send you round the bend All that you believe in Was passed down through the years The elders of human history Suppressed you, to contain your fears
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Mar 24, 2010
Mar 24, 2010 at 4:49 PM UTC
Who is Actually out There
Who is actually out there That the multitudes believe What religion is really there That they all see How many are actually out there That makes them all believe What religions are actually out there That they all see and believe How do they know they are there What have they seen that they believe All their religions they say that are out there That have never ever been seen So many scripts and fables Passed down through the times Passages from village elders Etched and changed their minds Do believers look back even further To well over two thousand years When the village elders decided To suppress, enhance their fears Do believers go back even further When the land produced their gods Volcanoes, lightening and thunder Became their staff, their rod As i return from beyond the dark On travels that you can't comprehend Others actually know where you came from If told, would send you round the bend All that you believe in Was passed down through the years The elders of human history Suppressed you, to contain your fears
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Mar 24, 2010
Mar 24, 2010 at 4:49 PM UTC
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