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As you treat the lowest, so you treat The Lamb

But suppose it were so, that you were the lowest

Would it stand to reason that you should be kindest to yourself above all, as though you yourself were Christ?

Deus vult! Crying for reason

God’s will! Spiritual treason

Deus vult! No room for saints here

Gone asunder

This is the moment of decision

Every day’s a chance to be a righteous man

Now is the time for your salvation

In the end of it you must own what you do

Soft determinism opens up my life to accept what may come, but still allows me to try

I accept that I cannot change what is outside me

Grant me only the power to improve my perspective

This is the moment of creation

Belonging where I am, I only take what’s given

This is the time for absolution

I let the weight of all my shortcomings dissolve

Lay your burden down

Enter the water without a ripple

Sunrise, embrace!

Arms outstretched

Bless both friends and enemies

The walls before me, the walls within

Both will be shattered, both will give in

Life as machine, so unaware

I feel it draining like poisoned, dripping ichor

This is the moment of baptism

I cannot call my life a meaningless mistake

This is the moment of renewal

I preach to introduce democracy to heaven

Guitar Solo: Tony