| Prophets of an undisplayed faith
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| Put crowns of thorns on the heads if the feebles
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| Enclosures for rational thought
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| The unique hope
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| To deny the deceivers
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| Blessed shall be by concreteness the
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| Wicked minds
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| As it’ll be blown away all
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| Distortions by a wind of right
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| Fed shall be with knowledges
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| The human kind
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| Till it’ll be shown, to every one it’s empiric life
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| Slaves on fabrications
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| Survive in the gloom of
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| Lie aiming a false salvation
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| All that you believe is what they created
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| To give the last hope of infinity and you
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| Waste your existence
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| In a useless redemption
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| There’s no heaven for the dead
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| Chaining your forces they live a
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| Condition of idleness and earthly
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| Paradise
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| While you are dependent on what they invented
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| A puppet moved by falsely sacred wires
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| Truth mystification
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| Shrouded on the human
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| Sight hiding their low corruption
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| Victims of a unjustified fear
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| Spread in the minds
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| With their insidious methods
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| Obscuring all the ways of truth
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| The unique god, to adore
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| To believe in
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| Dry as the desert sand is the mind of the ones
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| That forever serve
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| Where the knowledge stream
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| Has drained away by the hypnotic warmth of
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| Ignorance that stuns the men
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| Lost among the dunes sentenced to the bitter end…
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| Dead before the decease
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| Controlled robbed of your
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| Will reduced to a silent servant
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| All that you believe is what they
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| Created to give the last hope of infinity and
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| To waste your existence
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| In a useless redemption
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| There’s no heaven for the dead
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| Chaining your forces they live
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| A condition of idleness
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| And earthly paradise while you are
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| Dependent on what they invented
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| A puppet moved by falsely sacred wires
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| Sick of unknown disease
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| Hold by the tentacles of the
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| Dread condemned
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| To a slavish-existence
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| Blessed shall be by concreteness
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| The wicked minds
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| As it’ll be blown away all distortions
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| By a wind of right
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| Fed shall be with knowledges the human kind
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| Till it’ll be shown, to everyone it’s empiric life |