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Birth of an Atheist
There is no God of this I'm sure
Once we die there is no more
Life comes to an end we have no hope
Religion, politics, love; they're all a joke
Why waste time on things which won't last?
We should do what we want, life moves too fast
No there's no God, Satan or Jesus
Even though the sound of those might please us
I believe they were just made up to tease us
So we could be controlled by what society may teach us
Fuck the church and their false teachings
Those who know nothing should not be preaching
Once we die there is no more
Life comes to an end we have no hope
Religion, politics, love; they're all a joke
Why waste time on things which won't last?
We should do what we want, life moves too fast
No there's no God, Satan or Jesus
Even though the sound of those might please us
I believe they were just made up to tease us
So we could be controlled by what society may teach us
Fuck the church and their false teachings
Those who know nothing should not be preaching
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