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
