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'' You're Heading Down Below ''
Created by humans who are quite odd,
I don't believe in any God,
To me it's just another fraud,
We make life up as we go.
What's a miracle is it true,
Only if it happens to you,
While the leper's left feeling blue,
You put on a show.
The claims some make are utterly mad,
When millions died was their god glad,
Personally I find them all quite sad,
Oops I can feel a glow.
Where is your god when people are dying?
Innocents slaughtered the children crying,
It's a human fantasy you are buying,
Go on ask me how I know.
Reality is king not some fantasy being,
Why do innocents suffer if he's all seeing,
From being brainwashed we should be fleeing,
That will come as a blow.
Religion has always depended on money,
Lavish buildings a life that is sunny,
You should be suspicious it isn't funny,
They have the vulnerable in tow.
Questioning why they need such riches,
The liars among them make their pitches,
While their lives thrive without the hitches,
You're in the lane marked slow.
What they once considered, of ill repute,
Their biblical tales are changed to suit,
It's like a magical mystery commute,
You can't say where it will go.
Theories about gods change every day,
All it does is cause affray
Oops that's another gone astray,
Don't panic another will grow.
To rule by fear is their gods aim,
Disobey them they'll kill and maim,
If you refuse to play their fantasy game,
' You're Heading Down Below '
I don't believe in any God,
To me it's just another fraud,
We make life up as we go.
What's a miracle is it true,
Only if it happens to you,
While the leper's left feeling blue,
You put on a show.
The claims some make are utterly mad,
When millions died was their god glad,
Personally I find them all quite sad,
Oops I can feel a glow.
Where is your god when people are dying?
Innocents slaughtered the children crying,
It's a human fantasy you are buying,
Go on ask me how I know.
Reality is king not some fantasy being,
Why do innocents suffer if he's all seeing,
From being brainwashed we should be fleeing,
That will come as a blow.
Religion has always depended on money,
Lavish buildings a life that is sunny,
You should be suspicious it isn't funny,
They have the vulnerable in tow.
Questioning why they need such riches,
The liars among them make their pitches,
While their lives thrive without the hitches,
You're in the lane marked slow.
What they once considered, of ill repute,
Their biblical tales are changed to suit,
It's like a magical mystery commute,
You can't say where it will go.
Theories about gods change every day,
All it does is cause affray
Oops that's another gone astray,
Don't panic another will grow.
To rule by fear is their gods aim,
Disobey them they'll kill and maim,
If you refuse to play their fantasy game,
' You're Heading Down Below '
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`` You`re Heading Down Below ``
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