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- The Day After
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- Ancient superstitions – modern faith,
A way to explain – a way to be like others.
Dependency of ignorance – fear of grave,
An insurance against death.
Minds eye pointed to wrong direction…
We are from outside, long ago exiled –
By our own minds…
With preserved dignity and clear eyes –
We are the warfare against religious lies!
We never believe and do not perceive
The ravings of sick “god’s messengers” –
We are to relieve and to convince.
To be the shepherds of men –
Miserable, brain downtrodden,
Induced in filth named sanctity.
They hope that a piety and a prayer can save,
Practicing weak-willed groveling.
They waste their lives as their “faiths” do crave:
Leaving no place for wandering.
They die with the only hope – to see the continuation…
Of what? Of suffering in the name of faith?
Maybe the time has come – time to realize?!
Awake! Do not let your existence be cut-and-dried!
Abandon this world with its moral system to get to know the true life!
A life with no limits, commands and with a will to feel –
Not a simple loops infinite repeating, but a manifold of moments to thrill!
Destroy the trammel! Join us!