I thank you lord, good god
for you made us; but we made this thing
This thing called religion.
Designed to divide your creation
False prophets claim your name,
we fight, do their bidding
But dragged in the dust, your name.
Are you there lord? Or you left us?
Defenders of religion, you all enemies of reason.
We build temples, of gold and silver
But do you forget.. he expects much less?
You think this is the good god's fight?
But your ignorance, darker than the night.
Aren't you ashamed?
for you have shamed your maker.
I am a lunatic, when I am poetic
But lend me your ears,
You who call yourself believers
I am a beacon of sanity;
in this endless sea of insanity
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 3:36 AM UTC
I thank you lord, good god
for you made us; but we made this thing
This thing called religion.
Designed to divide your creation
False prophets claim your name,
we fight, do their bidding
But dragged in the dust, your name.
Are you there lord? Or you left us?
Defenders of religion, you all enemies of reason.
We build temples, of gold and silver
But do you forget.. he expects much less?
You think this is the good god's fight?
But your ignorance, darker than the night.
Aren't you ashamed?
for you have shamed your maker.
I am a lunatic, when I am poetic
But lend me your ears,
You who call yourself believers
I am a beacon of sanity;
in this endless sea of insanity
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