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He sewed his eyes shut because he is afraid to see

He tries to tell me what I put inside of me

Hes got the answers to ease my curiosity

He dreamed up a God and called it christianity

Your God is dead and no one cares I

f there is a hell I will see you there

He flexed his muscles to keep his flock of sheep in line

He made a virus that would kill off all the swine

His perfect kingdom of killing, suffering and pain

Demands devotion atrocities done in his name

Your God is dead and no one cares

Drowning in his own hypocrisy

And if there is a hell I will see you there

Burning with your God in humility

Will you die for this?

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