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Where are you vagabond gods

Are you still contending for souls

If ya leave me I'll find my one

Mine who's the enemy of all

They establish a sect themselves

Create gods and redistribute the lambs

… I just can't understand

the gentle flock follows its shepherd

and becames wolves

Black heroes you priests

Piece on the board, parts of a mechanism

Whose shake do you preach for

Don't instigate strain and conflict

I'm the faithless, just wondering

What you preach about

Lies and violence are the consequences

Of blinded thoughts

Your god's been existing from time immemorial

He says what you have to believe in

What the right deed is to be immortal

They dreamed and found out for you to adore

But my head's clear, I won't to do it anymore

Other thing gives me hope, this one's called unborn

God saves God!