We killed the creator
Our own creation used as our own domination
And can’t explain
The world and ourselves
Never mind all pray in vain
Never mind all forced soul domestication
I know the faith makes stronger
Our own pair of shoes
But don’t let the leaders command your mind
They can’t use you to get richer
While you are a poor that fears the hell
Is this the salvation you are hoping to find?
Sons, love yourselves!
Yes, we hate, we love you
Sons, trust me!
Yes, we trust you, my master
Sons, don’t kill!
Yes, but we killed even you
The speech is more important
The actions you must forget
Regardless everything, you hope to heaven get
While the hobbesian war you are fighting
But the means the ends are justifying
Minor, believe in your creeds and think with your head
Hypocrite, don't make me follow your rules
Because I myself must choose it
Your mouth can’t preach holy words unworthly
No one here is right or wrong, it’s so relative
Your god makes no judgement, so you can’t do it
You are a minor, a lier killer, still living ungratefully
Sons, love yourselves!
Yes, we hate, we love you
Sons, trust me!
Yes, we trust you, my master
Sons, don’t kill!
Yes, but we killed even you
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