Friday, Feburary  7
Tayrn -- Divine Shell
You see a God,
A diety, creator of the world.
You see a man,
Born in the holy image of his gratious lord.
I see a scam,
A man named Jesus, he wants his name be heard.
I see a fool,
He just can't stand a quest without a goal.
Who needs a God?  The world is here, my life is now.
Who gives a damn?  Why worship one, who's job is done by man?
The Golden Rule,
Practical, but holy?  Hell no!
Ten Commandments,
They're lost forever, we'll have to take their word.
The Virgin Mary,
God knocked her up, never even called her back.
Holy impregnation,
Artificial insemination. no big deal.
He loves us all,
But you'll burn in hell, if you don't follow his rules.
He gets the credit,
For ev'rything we do, be it great or small.
We're just a giant snow globe,
Floatin' 'round in an expanding universe.
Go on, shake us up!
We're so damn scared of his (un)holy wrath...


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