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Though we later may walk |
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In a valley in a shadow of death |
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What should we logically fear? |
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Perhaps the complacent urge for a deity |
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To make us whole and guide us through |
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To fulfil an image that is cloudy at best |
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Where was the help previously |
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When appeals went unheard? |
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Huge effort expended on devotion |
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For nothing in return |
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Grimly clinging, predetermined |
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To prop up an image that is cloudy at best |
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Resigned rigid, predetermined |
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To covet a vision that is forced on the rest |
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Life becomes an exercise in cutting down your options |
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Existing becomes a joyless parade to the end |
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Life becomes a platform from which to attack free thought |
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Existing becomes a prison where self-discovery's forbidden |
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The fatalist |
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Any fool starting afresh would surely ditch this |
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After two-thousand years of schism |
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Only irreligious hearts can do the saving |