| I curse the world ruled by strange Gods
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| Under the cover of love I sow the seed of chaos
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| Willingly I will not let cramp myself up in the yoke of faith
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| My thought is not striving for stars
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| I walk through the path where Yahweh has no more power
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| I leave nostalgia of life after life behind
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| I will find the remedy in myself
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| Blasphemy as panacea for the epidemic of faith
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| Skepticism is my shield against doctrines
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| Bitter tormentor, how many years more
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| Your manna is not for me
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| Your Ark is not for me
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| Your judgments, your paradises, your hells
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| The blood-shaded, human hecatomb, child’s sacrifice, all went to waste
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| From love you stand far away to righteousness, your hand doesn’t reach
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| Sacrifice executed, God s pathology
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| Even your sentiment for you is dead
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| As a withered leaf you will fall into oblivion
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| The seed of hypocrisy will not find fertile soil
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| When I humiliate you and smother you to the end
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| My remedy for soul disease
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| Your manna is not for me
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| Your Ark is not for me
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| Your judgments, your paradises, your hells
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| Worships of dead, testimonies of contempt
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| Vanity of minds hunched by dictate of Trinity
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| I am liberated, from my dream awaken
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| From eyes and ears the peals of superstition has fallen off
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| Blasphemy as the panacea for the epidemic of faith
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| Skepticism is my shield against doctrines
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| Do this in a remembrance of him |