They seek God. Has he become lost? Is he hiding? Or is he dead?

The creator and the destroyer. We have created Him and we have destroyed Him.

Now remains a herd with a dead shepherd. And those who break free and become gods.

We created God to fear him, but that fear died. God died with it.

Now what they fear is the truth. The reality: God is dead.

Into the churches still they wander, like a widow in a graveyard.
They kneel before the cross, the headstone of their faith; God's house is now his tomb.
For they have killed him; we have killed him; man has killed him.
Can they not hear us digging his grave? Can they not smell the decay?

How much longer will it take us to vanquish the shadow of God?

To truth our eyes open, we are the awakened;
but what can we do in the land of the sleepers?

A divine light shall be shone in this shadowed land;
we shall pry our world from the cold dead hands of God.

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