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'' It's A Business Endeavour ''
They claim when you die,
You're not really dead,
Is it science they deny,
Where are we being led,
If religion's a lie,
Then it has to be said,
The human is not that clever.
I ask you, pray tell,
Where is your proof,
Where is Heaven and Hell,
Could they be but a spoof?
Are we under a spell?
From those who're aloof,
This fantasy we do need to sever.
No-one's ever came back,
To tell us it's true,
They'd be under attack,
If they tried to tell you,
Of truth there's a lack,
Which makes me feel blue,
Will God come? I'd have to say never.
The human mind,
Is open to abuse,
When believing we're blind,
To what we produce,
To fantasy we're designed,
We'll use any excuse,
Those Gods are a powerful lever.
You must follow their rules,
Or Hell is their threat,
Some shadow like mules,
Devils make them sweat,
Using these as their tools,
Makes us tend to forget,
There is no proof whatsoever.
If with faith you're inspired,
You don't need to pay,
No-one is required,
To help you to pray,
If it gets you all fired,
Then do it today,
Your God can be yours, forever.
Religion is a profession,
Where evil is spawned,
There is no discretion,
It's a revenue bond,
Will they make the confession?
We are all being conned,
No,
' It's A Business Endeavour '
You're not really dead,
Is it science they deny,
Where are we being led,
If religion's a lie,
Then it has to be said,
The human is not that clever.
I ask you, pray tell,
Where is your proof,
Where is Heaven and Hell,
Could they be but a spoof?
Are we under a spell?
From those who're aloof,
This fantasy we do need to sever.
No-one's ever came back,
To tell us it's true,
They'd be under attack,
If they tried to tell you,
Of truth there's a lack,
Which makes me feel blue,
Will God come? I'd have to say never.
The human mind,
Is open to abuse,
When believing we're blind,
To what we produce,
To fantasy we're designed,
We'll use any excuse,
Those Gods are a powerful lever.
You must follow their rules,
Or Hell is their threat,
Some shadow like mules,
Devils make them sweat,
Using these as their tools,
Makes us tend to forget,
There is no proof whatsoever.
If with faith you're inspired,
You don't need to pay,
No-one is required,
To help you to pray,
If it gets you all fired,
Then do it today,
Your God can be yours, forever.
Religion is a profession,
Where evil is spawned,
There is no discretion,
It's a revenue bond,
Will they make the confession?
We are all being conned,
No,
' It's A Business Endeavour '
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`` It`s A Business Endeavour ``
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