The world has opened up its tombs
That we may walk within ourselves,
And while the living flesh presumes
To reign eternal, still it delves
Into inevitable doom at birth we are a vacant slate
Awaiting reason to provide
Our substance; to decide
The name of truth, now!
For any righteous soul in bloom,
There comes a welcome time to die
For any righteous soul in bloom,
There comes a welcome time to die
For any righteous soul in bloom,
There comes a welcome time to die!
Destruction where we might create.
In death, the slate is set aside,
But tainted souls are never clean;
Of one whose life is spent astride
Immoral means, the end will glean
The flesh - and yet their sin resides.
They rightly fear no afterlife,
Nor we should talk of paradise:
Delusions all, corrupt and rife!
But neither do they fear the price:
The wages of a sinful life.
And while the living flesh presumes
To reign eternal, still it delves
Into inevitable doom at birth we are a vacant slate
Awaiting reason to provide
Our substance; to decide
The name of truth, now!
Destruction where we might create.
In death, the slate is set aside,
But tainted souls are never clean;
Of one whose life is spent astride
Immoral means, the end will glean
The flesh - and yet their sin resides.
They rightly fear no afterlife,
Nor we should talk of paradise:
Delusions all, corrupt and rife...
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