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His gaze veiled in a layer of clouds, he looks down upon us with such contempt A perfect being, driven by such flawed emotions A jovial comic, or an angry father A split-personality sadist with a hell of a sense of humor We gathered any words that he might have said And transcribed them into our own human jumble Every syllable uttered, down to a trace of a sigh Molded to yield to our instincts Dominance and glory, all in the name of “love” His favorite son walks on water, did you know? But the naughty children have a special place to go If they dare disobey their strict father It’s in every breath within us, shining in every ray of light The human will to be, spawned from hands not our own? It pillages towns, and takes innocent lives Of those who chose against The word of the “wise” It sews our eyes shut from the ugly world of enlightenment And guides the sheep away from the forbidden trail The heathens reside on the other side of the river And only the sinners dare to build a boat
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Jun 12, 2010
Jun 12, 2010 at 4:04 PM UTC
A Cynic's Enlightenment
His gaze veiled in a layer of clouds, he looks down upon us with such contempt A perfect being, driven by such flawed emotions A jovial comic, or an angry father A split-personality sadist with a hell of a sense of humor We gathered any words that he might have said And transcribed them into our own human jumble Every syllable uttered, down to a trace of a sigh Molded to yield to our instincts Dominance and glory, all in the name of “love” His favorite son walks on water, did you know? But the naughty children have a special place to go If they dare disobey their strict father It’s in every breath within us, shining in every ray of light The human will to be, spawned from hands not our own? It pillages towns, and takes innocent lives Of those who chose against The word of the “wise” It sews our eyes shut from the ugly world of enlightenment And guides the sheep away from the forbidden trail The heathens reside on the other side of the river And only the sinners dare to build a boat
alyssa-rose-evans
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Jun 12, 2010
Jun 12, 2010 at 4:04 PM UTC
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