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Conviction

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Contradiction of Creation

 

By the Elevation of Conception

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Twilight is gleaming

 

Gleaming becomes our dying

 

Darkness begins its dining

 

With no regard only despite

 

Begin the suns deflowering

 

Blood is eaten up by night

 

Devouring the last dish of light

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On solitude worn down knees

 

In mass of a mad monks plead

 

Robes no longer torn nor tattered

 

Miracles neglecting what matters

 

Beautiful monks in beautiful hair

 

Mirage of gods’ in sheer delight

 

Thoughts dwell of righteous night

 

Ah! But in the finale of the truth

 

Night fall will cut us lose

 

Into an immortal death!

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As gods were all off saving sinners

 

                           An innocent saintly son beginner

 

Hung in body on warm cross skin

 

Now we all live in sudo sin

 

Will sanity ever find us again?

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Madness in a magic book

 

Line sinker and holy hook

 

Science sailing away to space

 

Accepting truth becomes disgrace

 

Can facts ever replace our faith?

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Or will the heart become to charred

 

Stuck in the mud of another’s tar

 

Bathed in the lies of a shrouded face

 

In an outline lightly erased

 

Fantasies of eternity as religion retracts

 

We won’t hear of such silly facts

 

We’ll never live long enough to remember

 

God live and dies with man’s December

 

And I fear man shall know to late

 

“Conception is the natural faith”

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Fear rises up from sin

 

In magic books live these friends

 

Reality has come and gone

 

To many religions

 

Gone to wrong

 

The truth is in the trash

 

Church receipts get stashed

 

Non-believers bashed

 

While human passion becomes a poison

 

Can love overcome Sodom and its Boredom

 

Whilst proverbs fall from heavenly skies

 

Raptured raindrops of purer lies

 

Pray nothing else falls from above

 

Except for maybe human love

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It’s hard, so very hard to say

 

It means we own our own first day

 

We were always more than clay

 

Shaped in tides of earthly chaste

 

 Truth began in our inner race

 

A singularly caught fire in space

 

Alone our light surrounded black

 

Odds against us heavenly stacked

 

But we rose within ourselves

 

Handmade gods on the melt

 

Until the end we’ll be alone

 

A single gem amongst the stones

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In the truest breath of light

 

Inner self knows inner right

 

But afraid of the lasting night

 

We chose the imitation light

 

On a bright and sunshine day

 

In this life so full of plays

 

One day grant us strength

 

To finally fight and say

 

Speak the truth and let’s not pray

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Within our inner star of passion

 

We can build our own true mansions

 

And when the days begin to fade

 

Back into unfired clay

 

Though truth can be so very scary

 

A life without a Mother Mary

 

But we’ll know who we were

 

In this human fast pace blur

 

We’ll taste the lies

 

As religions dies

 

And be proud of who we were

 

The human melt

 

From the Milky way belt

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Within the Elevation of Conception

 

Lives this Contradiction of Creation

 

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