Dear preacher, thanks for making time for me today hope you don't mind if i hide behind the curtain it's been fifteen years since my last confession by your good book's standards, i've sinned like a champion but that book seems a tad bit out-dated
Please forgive me, for questioning divinity it's an ugly job, but i think i'm up for it i'm not saying who's right i'm just saying there's more than one way to skin a religion there's more than one way to explain our existence
Reverend, sir, i don't want to seem malevolent my teenage angst is far behind me but father, certainly it's troubling to see all these people kneeling, instead of dealing with the fact that we are all we have
So, rise up! rise up! there's no one to worship! but plenty of life to lose! i'm not saying "let's burn down the church" but do you want to hear my confession? it's my greatest sin..
Okay, here it is: i wasted half my life on the thought that i'd live forever! i wasn't raised, to seize the day, but to work and worship 'cause "he that liveth and believeth" supposedly never dies
Rise up! rise up! and live a full life! 'cause when it's over, it's done so rise up! rise up! dance and scream and love!
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