A myth of spirits
Of flesh and belief
A world of great pain
And those who beg for relief
The naked the starving
Began to praise the sun
They feared it and loved it
They proclaimed it to be the one
This formula was genetic
Imprinted on the brain of every man
A timeless devotion
A naïve emotion as old as sand
Disputes, disagreements
Blind pledged allegiance and war
The body counts rise
As the worshipers die and what for?
So self-righteous believers
Can say they did right
Counterproductive destruction
And senseless fights
So let’s stop this nonsense now
At once
And believe in ourselves
And just be thankful for the sun
Do not depend you need not defend
Its exuberant light is fastened so tight in eternity and shall not come undone
It will not do for you
It can only provide you light
It allows you to look clearly
And decipher wrong from right
Although it’s subjective
And moral objectives are rarely the same
Let us rejoice and throw up our voice
For ourselves without remorse or shame
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 12:22 AM UTC
A myth of spirits
Of flesh and belief
A world of great pain
And those who beg for relief
The naked the starving
Began to praise the sun
They feared it and loved it
They proclaimed it to be the one
This formula was genetic
Imprinted on the brain of every man
A timeless devotion
A naïve emotion as old as sand
Disputes, disagreements
Blind pledged allegiance and war
The body counts rise
As the worshipers die and what for?
So self-righteous believers
Can say they did right
Counterproductive destruction
And senseless fights
So let’s stop this nonsense now
At once
And believe in ourselves
And just be thankful for the sun
Do not depend you need not defend
Its exuberant light is fastened so tight in eternity and shall not come undone
It will not do for you
It can only provide you light
It allows you to look clearly
And decipher wrong from right
Although it’s subjective
And moral objectives are rarely the same
Let us rejoice and throw up our voice
For ourselves without remorse or shame
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