You have served a child born under the star
With Miracles from above, from the ruins of war
You hated the wise, unexpecting the worst
You live in Belief, NO! You live under the curse
Believing in literal faith you forgot the truth
The voyages of destiny and the child
And now, the child is dead under human's hand
Yet, your religion made a religion with strong bond
The mistake of your ancestors still lives
And each one of you, miserably believes
The vanity of your faith cause conflicts
War and Death, it inflicts
Wrond visions are seen
and the existence of sin
The misunderstanding of the book seems right to you, pathetically
And waste your miserable life, unmistakeably
You worship mosaic son and call it the bread of life
Despising the tyrant by lips, that's all you knew and like
The tyrant it is, but he's the wise
And soon, from the fiery ground, he will rise
Lucky are some, but chosen are few
Chosen by the known villain, not the child, not by you
Division of faith won't count as a reason
Believe what your father believe but that's not your mission
Regret will soon be creeping your spine
But as always, too late, you worship the vine
and forgot the Divine
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