And your stupid superstitions
That is the truly guilty culprit
For our grief and our afflictions
Your unscientific notions
Anachronistic narrations
All your abstract little potions
All your hate filled inspirations
We have seen your war and battle
And how you've colonized the land
So reducing us to cattle
As if God Himself had planned
So that we the tiny bastards
Somehow fated to live in shame
Must we now bow to you - our masters?
And this way carry all your blame?
So risk perhaps a moment here
To consider things in this way
And shut your mouths and lend an ear
Consider our words when we say
That if you claim to be of Him
Who suits your purposes so well
Then you and He and all His kin
Can freely fuck off right to Hell
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