| In our haste we crowned a king
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| In our haste we bore his sin
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| In our haste we saw him god
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| In our haste; |
| born again
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| Not in life but words of fiction
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| Another fable carved in stone
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| His crucifix a graven image
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| Impotent faith, to die alone
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| A bastard son of a bastard god
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| Stolen saviors of ancient tome
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| Misshapen idols in manmade temples
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| A bloodied hand across our mouths
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| Man the martyr; |
| self appointed king
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| Lied in blood this selfish sin
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| Cast aside our sanity
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| The trinity of filth and lies
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| His majestic pestilent form
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| A rotted visage of our vanity
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| His majestic pestilent form
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| A rotted visage of our vanity
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| A cross a star a glyph
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| Burnt into our flesh
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| From our untimely birth
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| Cast upon us until death
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| And so we stand, ever waiting the end
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| Eyes skyward, ever waiting the end
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| Vacuous words read by naïve eyes
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| Coaxed out of pages, best forgotten
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| Cast a trillion shadows in their wake
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| Lay waste to all that we know
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| Bloated apes feign ignorance
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| Cloth to hide our guilt the stems
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| Our murderous nature in pastel rouge
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| This morality we attempt to fain
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| Man built God creates the veil
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| It hangs before us all and waits
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| Those who choose its warm caress
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| Dignify this empty fate
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| Angelic mythos cracked in the kiln
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| Shards embedded in the mouths of liars
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| Charged nature as unfit
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| Disfigured the sanctity of love
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| Tore down all that is good, all that is whole
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| Tore down all that is good, all that is whole |