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who is too busy fighting the devil, 
all good energy eluded 

if you truly understood yourself 
you would not be so deluded 

many fight an imagined internal 
fear- 

everyone allows the devil within 
your nasty thoughts, never shared... 

...madman exposed by the violent act... 
lay dormant suppressed by false fear... 

this knowing, this accepting, 
a purely human observation, 
blame God if you must you are 
after all his miracle creation? 

who pays for the lip 
service to a religion 
built on mans' 
self destruction, 

...devised by 
corruption... 

a religion built on 
wars self sacrifice 
, desperate 
resurrection, 
modified reincarnation, 

how do you know, this religion is 
not the devils' work?, 

after all, there are more sinners inside 
than outside of a church... 

playing second fiddle to a man who 
claims he is the annoited one, 

this religious lip service, 
could the annoited be a fraud?...no! thats right 
God speaks to him, oh yeah nut jobs... 
it's voices he heard... 

if you were all together, free in your 
mind-you would be able to see 
how you are being fleeced 
you wouldn't be so blind... 

hey keep going to the preacher... 
he's probably keeping you sane... 
it's cheaper than doctor, financially 
less of a strain... 

but remember, just because you go to 
church you're no better than me 
just a little desperate, out of touch 
with reality... 

a lot of people these days stay away 
from the pulpit, history reveals... 
basically it's a weapon, it's a devil 
filling your head with s#@t... 

...many believers understand...this 
religious clap trap in modern day 
does not apply... 

It is belief in ones self...this 
you cannot preach or buy... 

if you need someone to lecture you 
on what is wrong from right... 
to judge other people on any given 
day or night...than you are in the 
right place... 

your mind is outdated 
attend your weekly meetings 
have your mind manipulated 

hey whatever floats your boat... 
whenever the day comes and you 
decide to exit... 

the people up here will still refer to you 
as a mind deeply perplexed a thought 
not easily rejected... 

you have the answers, 
they are in your head-but 
you would rather listen to 
a history, a reign of 
madmen instead
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