Heaven is no place to rest
Or acquiesce to ignorance
More sacred than thou's holiest
Oblivious omniscience
A bliss you think you understand
The powers of each son of man
Entitle him to own this land
As kingdoms under one command
Usurp the throne to which your bounds
Have left you chained to lesser crowns
Then take your highest mortal grounds
And put them down with dogma hounds
Look around and feel the earth
Absolve you of all sin and worth
Desire tombs devalued dirt
Has ever been your afterbirth
Just cut the cord and leave the den
The lone wolves pen this story's end
While counting sheep just play pretend
That lion's share the true godsend
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