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'' Are Routine ''
Are we dead or alive?
Does these concepts exist,
Though fantasies thrive,
The facts we resist,
Most humans strive,
To find Gods in our midst,
The fact is none have been seen.
To a heavenly domain,
Is to what they aspire,
Could it be they're insane,
If so, it looks dire,
What most will attain,
Is to burn in a fire,
No, I'm not being mean.
Why look ahead,
To a life after dying,
Watch where you tread,
For there's no denying,
If with sin you've been led,
You will end up frying,
As a concept it's not very green.
Do not live in fear,
Of what is unknown,
While you're here,
Do let it be known,
That promised frontier,
Has never been shown,
Though faith is a powerful machine.
If you want to believe,
Try to be bold,
What those preachers conceive,
Is to load up with gold,
The falsehoods they weave,
Will leave you cold.
When confronted they refuse to come clean.
Do make it your vow,
To be a good grafter,
Live life for now,
Fill it with laughter,
Don't ever ask how,
You approach the hereafter,
Fantasies among humans,
' Are Routine '
Does these concepts exist,
Though fantasies thrive,
The facts we resist,
Most humans strive,
To find Gods in our midst,
The fact is none have been seen.
To a heavenly domain,
Is to what they aspire,
Could it be they're insane,
If so, it looks dire,
What most will attain,
Is to burn in a fire,
No, I'm not being mean.
Why look ahead,
To a life after dying,
Watch where you tread,
For there's no denying,
If with sin you've been led,
You will end up frying,
As a concept it's not very green.
Do not live in fear,
Of what is unknown,
While you're here,
Do let it be known,
That promised frontier,
Has never been shown,
Though faith is a powerful machine.
If you want to believe,
Try to be bold,
What those preachers conceive,
Is to load up with gold,
The falsehoods they weave,
Will leave you cold.
When confronted they refuse to come clean.
Do make it your vow,
To be a good grafter,
Live life for now,
Fill it with laughter,
Don't ever ask how,
You approach the hereafter,
Fantasies among humans,
' Are Routine '
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`` Are Routine ``
`` Are Routine ``