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'' How Will I Know ''
If Jesus returned,
At a stake he'd be burned,
A false prophet some religions would say,
Others would dictate that he must be spurned,
It's a human trait to betray.
He'd be cast to the side,
His words we'd deride,
Prove yourself everyone would ask,
To his presence we'd treat him as snide,
Demanding he take off his mask.
Performing a miracle,
We'd say is satirical,
A magician treating us as fools,
The world would soon be waxing lyrical,
Saying let's praise the one who now rules.
We'd refuse to believe,
Saying give him the heave,
The man is suffering from delusion,
A sickly tale of evil we'd weave,
In order that he faced exclusion.
Can we live with regret?
Lest we forget,
That first time the saviour died,
Way back then he was seen as a threat,
His presence we his people denied.
I'm not a sage,
But in this day and age,
His character we would defame,
With his message we'd refuse to engage,
We'd leave him without any name.
Religion's an affliction,
Which becomes an addiction,
So much so we don't care who we harm,
I can guarantee he would face crucifixion,
Afterwards we'd turn on the charm.
If I tell you, he's here,
Will it make you feel fear?
Would his presence come as a blow?
The fact he's among us will become crystal clear,
Ask yourself,
' How Will I Know '
At a stake he'd be burned,
A false prophet some religions would say,
Others would dictate that he must be spurned,
It's a human trait to betray.
He'd be cast to the side,
His words we'd deride,
Prove yourself everyone would ask,
To his presence we'd treat him as snide,
Demanding he take off his mask.
Performing a miracle,
We'd say is satirical,
A magician treating us as fools,
The world would soon be waxing lyrical,
Saying let's praise the one who now rules.
We'd refuse to believe,
Saying give him the heave,
The man is suffering from delusion,
A sickly tale of evil we'd weave,
In order that he faced exclusion.
Can we live with regret?
Lest we forget,
That first time the saviour died,
Way back then he was seen as a threat,
His presence we his people denied.
I'm not a sage,
But in this day and age,
His character we would defame,
With his message we'd refuse to engage,
We'd leave him without any name.
Religion's an affliction,
Which becomes an addiction,
So much so we don't care who we harm,
I can guarantee he would face crucifixion,
Afterwards we'd turn on the charm.
If I tell you, he's here,
Will it make you feel fear?
Would his presence come as a blow?
The fact he's among us will become crystal clear,
Ask yourself,
' How Will I Know '
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`` How Will I Know ``
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