This text was inspired by F. Nietzsche.
The god exists, while in him believe.
He lives due to others, like a thief.
But now has come the end to his might.
Or you didn't hear - god has died!!!
No more false sermons, no more false priests.
Our eyes are not covered with mist.
Splinters of faith, we trample in mud.
We proclaim the death of god!!!
Fool foundations were turned into dust
You are free from fetters at last.
All gods have died, nobody remained.
And not now needs, to be saint.
No more false sermons, no more false priests.
Our eyes are not covered with mist.
Splinters of faith, we trample in mud.
We proclaim the death of god!!!
Nobody to worship, nobody to trust.
All religions have remained in the past.
It's time of freedom, time of free mind.
And people have ceased to be blind.
No more false sermons, no more false priests.
Our eyes are not covered with mist.
Splinters of faith, we trample in mud.
We proclaim the death of god!!!
The god exists, while in him believe.
He lives due to others, like a thief.
But now has come the end to his might.
Or you didn't hear - god has died!!!
No more false sermons, no more false priests.
Our eyes are not covered with mist.
Splinters of faith, we trample in mud.
We proclaim the death of god!!!
Poetry by Black Knight
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Written on 2005-10-23 at 19:37
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Death of God
The god exists, while in him believe.
He lives due to others, like a thief.
But now has come the end to his might.
Or you didn't hear - god has died!!!
No more false sermons, no more false priests.
Our eyes are not covered with mist.
Splinters of faith, we trample in mud.
We proclaim the death of god!!!
Fool foundations were turned into dust
You are free from fetters at last.
All gods have died, nobody remained.
And not now needs, to be saint.
No more false sermons, no more false priests.
Our eyes are not covered with mist.
Splinters of faith, we trample in mud.
We proclaim the death of god!!!
Nobody to worship, nobody to trust.
All religions have remained in the past.
It's time of freedom, time of free mind.
And people have ceased to be blind.
No more false sermons, no more false priests.
Our eyes are not covered with mist.
Splinters of faith, we trample in mud.
We proclaim the death of god!!!
The god exists, while in him believe.
He lives due to others, like a thief.
But now has come the end to his might.
Or you didn't hear - god has died!!!
No more false sermons, no more false priests.
Our eyes are not covered with mist.
Splinters of faith, we trample in mud.
We proclaim the death of god!!!
Poetry by Black Knight
Read 588 times
Written on 2005-10-23 at 19:37
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