Brought up under God's demands
A mere product of parental design
Such are those with Naivity
When seen through a child's eyes

Living by those golden rules
In our "loving" god we trust
Victims to unknown subtlties
Such visions of him turn to dust

Society developes the truth of things
While casually negating the lies
Careful childhood conditioning
Where the blind lead the blind

Broken into this man today
Absent of love in the "father" we have
Questioned life and cradled the blade
Weighted only by families behalf

I choose this life in spite of you
Renoucing your heavenly grave
Destruction and subterfuge
How cunning this deity we've made
 
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