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'' It's Cruel And We Refuse To Comply ''
What exactly is death can anyone tell,
Who goes to Heaven or ends up in Hell?
It's a subject on which we all will dwell,
The question to ask is why.
Is there a paradise or a burning fire?
Religions need cash does that mean they're for hire
Were bibles written by a compulsive liar?
Is their existence just one big lie?
If Gods are all powerful why do they need cash?
Do they ever feel the need to be flash?
Is it feasible they suffered from the bankers crash?
What would a God need to buy?
Do God and Satan even exist?
To this day we have con men in our midst,
Many people find them too hard to resist,
To their finances they just say goodbye.
So many religions it's hard to choose,
By choosing their deity they claim you can't lose,
On you they will try to force their views,
By claiming the end is nigh.
All those who died did any ever come back,
Of hard evidence of anything of truth there's a lack,
The very presence of God is under attack,
His stories we are starting to defy.
It's very convenient we will meet after death,
Why not before we take our last breath,
It's akin to a scene from Shakespeares MacBeth,
To God the rules don't apply?
How could any God even try to contrive,
That the living he alone will forever deprive
By refusing to meet us while we're still alive,
‘' It's Cruel And We Refuse To Comply ‘'
Who goes to Heaven or ends up in Hell?
It's a subject on which we all will dwell,
The question to ask is why.
Is there a paradise or a burning fire?
Religions need cash does that mean they're for hire
Were bibles written by a compulsive liar?
Is their existence just one big lie?
If Gods are all powerful why do they need cash?
Do they ever feel the need to be flash?
Is it feasible they suffered from the bankers crash?
What would a God need to buy?
Do God and Satan even exist?
To this day we have con men in our midst,
Many people find them too hard to resist,
To their finances they just say goodbye.
So many religions it's hard to choose,
By choosing their deity they claim you can't lose,
On you they will try to force their views,
By claiming the end is nigh.
All those who died did any ever come back,
Of hard evidence of anything of truth there's a lack,
The very presence of God is under attack,
His stories we are starting to defy.
It's very convenient we will meet after death,
Why not before we take our last breath,
It's akin to a scene from Shakespeares MacBeth,
To God the rules don't apply?
How could any God even try to contrive,
That the living he alone will forever deprive
By refusing to meet us while we're still alive,
‘' It's Cruel And We Refuse To Comply ‘'
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`` It`s Cruel And We Refuse To Comply ``
`` It`s Cruel And We Refuse To Comply ``
