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Father, father, come see what I've built |
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Made civilization out of the Nile silt, |
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Built your monuments out of my brother's bones, |
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Exalted your words in flesh-bound tomes |
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It's hard enough being born in the first place, |
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Who would ever want to be born again? |
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It's taken this long just to get to this place, |
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So what's the point in ever being born again? |
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Papa, papa, come and watch me play |
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The whole world before me I laid to waste |
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Built Jerusalem out of these hidden worlds, |
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But I won't share it with the other boys and girls |
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More embarrassed than I'd hope to admit, |
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The living embodiment of perfect. |
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A reversed Oedipal complex based on power and not on the sex. |
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Daddy, daddy, are you proud of me? |
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I did it all for you because of what I believe |
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The sins of he father carried out by the son |
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From Cain and Abel until the last living life is done |
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Again we stand slack-jawed |
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As our fates are moved by the hand of God |
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A God is what we see as we stare into his Papal eyes. |