Man isn't perfect, yet he made up god
what does that make him, a brief empty nod
a scream we can't hear, an admission of guilt
and you all should feel guilty, for the blood that you've spilt
the witches you burned, the paper you waste
the crosses you bear, and your damnable taste
the children you scare, the devils you fear
the grave that you pray for, the lie you revere...
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