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The Open Configuration

Of all the gifts that were given
Freewill is the most deceitful
To choose the left hand path
Makes consequences easier
To give into the bestial side
And gorge yourself on desire
Leaves no room for redemption

Reconfigure the lamentations
With sobs and lacerations
With pain comes pleasure
As gods and devils take your measure
Either path offers no salvation
Enter the box of lamentations

In the eyes of tyrant god kings
Who pull the strings attached to you
You are nothing but sheep
Lost and walking into slaughter
I listen in hours of need
Tell me your darkest desires
I am constant vigilance

Reconfigure the lamentations
With sobs and lacerations
With pain comes pleasure
As gods and devils take your measure
Either path offers no salvation
Enter the box of lamentations

What is really nefarious,
To be led to the slaughter pit
Or given a new choice?
I am the creaking open door
Without me damnation is found
In the most unlikely places
Like the gates of God�s kingdom

Now, tell me, what will you choose
When death is close at hand?
The self-righteous suffering of eternity
Or existence as immortal queens and kings?
Can you choose who�s to blame
Or are they really just the same?