Antitheist

from Everyman (Proletarian Tape) by Mystery Kid

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There is no god, yet they claim to know who built me
They’re guilty: belief is foolish, faith is filthy
So kill me, I won’t appeal to the sky
A man of science, I’ll never kneel to a lie
Until I die, I’ll spit in God’s eye
I think I’ll find Christ, when I see hogs fly
The odd guy out, I’ll still carry the cross
Religion’s bullshit like the finale of Lost
And at what cost? Our lives and our sanity
Then claim to be surprised by the crimes of humanity
It’s vanity, backed up by ignorance and arrogance
The prodigal pigs who’ve squandered their inheritance
Mystery Emeritus don’t need to be forgiven
I’ll watch you die and hear the lamentation of your women
Jesus is a prison, make incisions with the pen
When in Rome, throw ‘em to the lions again

I hope you’re not afraid of the dark
I’ve slain a red dragon, in the shade of the ark
Like the messianic zombie of an Abrahamic cult
I sacrificed myself, with the same null result
I guess it’s all my fault in fact, I lack character
Stabbed Mary in the back, then I battered her and buried her
Crude, tattooed, woke up in a bad mood
Egad, dude! I use human flesh as food
True, it’s a little bit unsanitary
Interplanetary, galactic rap, God’s adversary
Very scary: you know you won’t survive without me
I’ve been to hell and back: it would be unwise to doubt me
Don’t drink blood devoutly, I just like the taste
You’ll get no saving grace, but a knee to the face
The antitheist, with no sense of the godly
Seeking an escape from the stench of the bodies