Clown rewriting the verses for profit and control.
Like men riding donkeys we tie our brains on the road.
We come into religion ignorant and blind
When asked if we want knowledge we quickly decline.
Drunk on our ignorance the holy dumbing down
Happy to follow clowns
Their smiles so appealing
Their laugh so deceiving
Gift of structures only filled with air
So easily popped but no one cares.
Truth holds no proof and facts are not stored
Praying in masses call to the horde.
What’s the point to follow if in it you die
Then if you strive for life they won't let you thrive.
Death to the infidel death to the hues
death to impurities and death for you.
If you want to live a fool just follow the leading clown
Continue dumbing down until your death is found.
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