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The Essees still for the returned Elijah,
Pious shackles them to their faith like a slave,
The Greek gods watch down the heights of Mount Zion,
Joking that the worship of the literal doesn't fade time.

Let me myself,
I am the son of man born, died, deified.
All dogma is bound,
No effort to the myth from the facts,
Fairy tales saying that the end of days come at last.

Was it this simple and obvious?
We only held back by faith-based malaise,
The hubris of the fallacy only God can judge me.
Was it only arrogance are were we that naive,
Oh so convinced that we are by a divine hand,
Oh so that this is part of a divine plan?

Anyone can us,
will judge us,
And the God us,
He doesn't love us.
You know,
You've spent whole life figuring it out,
So you know.