| «A paradox… Natural development
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| And the desire to be a better life-form
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| Combined with the overpowering need
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| To feel feeble
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| To equal their own, imaginary gods
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| Before which they kneel every day with humility
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| With hope in their hearts that their blind devotion
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| Will be rewarded»
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| Mankind has longed to be abased for ages…
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| Burdened with a feeling of infeority
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| Is it faith and fear that give meaning to your lives?
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| Your power which at the same time is your curse?
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| Is being human governed by the will to be a puppet
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| And expecting the unexpected?
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| We therefore give you new gods
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| To nurture your sense of dependence
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| We give you the manna -- fear
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| Food for the hungry souls
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| For which you only find meaning
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| Whining and begging in prayer
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| We give you X’no-D'aah, the new pantheon
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| We watch as the new gods, created
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| To man’s likeness from flesh and blood
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| Send into oblivion those, whom until now
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| They bad served |