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The still wait for the returned Elijah,
Pious devotion shackles them to their faith a slave,
The Greek watch down from the heights of Mount Zion,
Joking that the worship of the literal doesn't with 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 that only God can judge me.
Was it arrogance are were we simply that naive,
Oh so convinced that we are by a divine hand,
Oh so convinced that is part of a divine plan?

can touch us,
Everyone judge us,
And the God us,
He doesn't love us.
You know,
You've spent your whole figuring it out,
So you know.