| Irrational, illogical and preposterously ludicrous
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| Denatured, deprogrammed to blindly
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| Go against what we are
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| Human ideas turned concrete, material
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| Our funeral drape now hewn from
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| The fabrics of imagination
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| Turning the other cheek, this never worked within the wild
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| You’d be a meal in seconds, cycle of life, natural law
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| Now see this Jesus Christ, a thorn in the side of right
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| No fight or flight? |
| Anything else is simply suicidal
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| No love for enemies, I see their eyes
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| Waiting there in the shadows
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| Extended hands will only be severed
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| You’ve condemned yourself to the gallows
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| Jesus Christ is suicide
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| Sighting the blind, sheltering the poor
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| Blood into wine, but all is fair in blood and gore
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| Sensational, unanimous, we need a hero
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| Unguided, this chaos that makes humans what they are
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| How neutered, how secure, new drones to shovel the manure
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| Keep the masses sedated, validating their
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| Tendencies for hatred
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| Jesus Christ is suicide
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| Alas, so sweet are the sentiments
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| Aghast I stand in your ignorance, unclean
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| He must hate every one of us
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| He would enslave every one of us forever
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| No love for enemies, I see their eyes
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| Waiting there in the night
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| Extended hands will only be severed
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| Now you realize Christ is death |