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Since the dawn of civilization
The so-called men of god
Have been lost in their obscurities
Their words would lead to sorrow
Commanding the weak to follow
A design for tyrants to control and enslave
We subdue not the voice inside us
We only bow down on our prey
Fire rains down from the heavens
Pouring down on those too weak to learn
On the ruins of the dead religion
Standing tall as the enslaving doctrines burn
"Blindly the sheep walk to their doom, for their leader came not to bring peace, but a sword."
To lead the flock astray
Each cult began their game
They created the face of evil and gave it a name
We take their game and squeeze it
Until it breaks in shards
And under the remains the truth will survive
We are the child who questions sincerely
And in our eyes a mirror framed