God is dead.
And His blood is on our hands.
And His blood is on our hands.
We've replaced Him with the perfect lie.
Nothing but a justification,
Perfectly suited to meet all of our selfish needs.
A god of oppression.
A god of injustice.
A god of ignorance.
A god of prejudice.
We are the bastard children of a dead father.
We are the bastards.
I am the bastard.
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