No joy will be found in the songs of praise they sing
To the heavens they'll channel their odes of worship
While only storm clouds manifest
The seas shall course with a fury beyond compare
Their crops will fail, flocks will perish
Faith paves the road to despair
Their hearts will be as stone
Barren as their impregnable fields
The blood was the life
Now all they know is dust and bone
Upon the lamb of god they s**le no more
Every seed they sow shall spore into tragedy
Every stone upturned will be devoid of god
When two or more gathered in his name
No divinity will still the waters of their anxious hearts
Their hearts will be as stone
Barren as their impregnable fields
The blood was the life
Now all they know is dust and bone
Upon the lamb of god they s**le no more
Their hands have created temples in his name
They elevate themselves to the status of he who is without sin
They fumble to dislodge the splinter from their neighbors' eye
Never content with the terms their book of law dictates
Nietzsche Adaptation:
Only we
Spirits who have found ourselves to be free
Enlightened and liberated we understand
That which those before us couldn't
We surge with integrity
Our hearts pump instinct and pa**ion
We stand defiant in the face of the lie
That holy lie