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i got this quantum activator from nature
divine soul itself the spirit of the creator
but there's no heaven even greater
cos greater doesn't apply this ain't theater
no five stars no reviews or ratings later
it's just the universe and what made her:
her own self, not some invisible neighbor
you a traitor to yourself if you believe
that your God exists just cos you believe
go on with ya perceptions and philosophy
mishandling rhetoric and theosophy
they gossip, speak and talk with perfect prosody
but with broken sense and ontology
follow me and ill show you the way they say
maybe to speak into your hands and display
your penitence, submission and pray
there ain't nothing wrong with religion
but i ain't gonna get along with the schism
created within the structure and the vision
to control the human condition
believe what you want I respect it all
long as you don't write it on the wall
and force another to be your thrall,
all falls down and you won't heed the call
pretending like what you think is what's right
just cos some old book set it alight
in your mind but you a slave, lost in the game
the progeny of a broken methodology
dogmatic doxology, but i bring the oncology
excising the divine with great velocity
no reciprocity, may I recommend apostasy?
lost in the sea of your belief can you even breathe
or is it just in service to an idol you conceived
of, when nurture gave you the offer
you took it without questioning what’s proffered
some lost words and a fake sense of honor
and all the minds that agreed to be conquered
yeah you can proselytize and spread the lies
recruit some more minions to intensify the cries
but you a dying breed, maybe the last of your kind
atheism got you shook and it’s growin worldwide
leave the apologetics behind and don’t even try
cos a flawed a priori ain’t gonna make you right
meanwhile im getting high knowing that I
don’t subscribe to faith, when reason’s on supply
unlike y’all i know I know nothing and that’s why
i spend every moment learning what you deny
and confirming reality through empirical sight
sound and every other sense of the mind
even if I wanted to believe i couldn’t begin to defy
a scientific standard so I can better define
the reason to my rhyme, the season is nigh
for you to lose the battles and the war, need I remind
that faith is the most dishonest position
utterly denying the reality that you’re given
and livin in, its right there for you to see
13 billion years just for you to come and be
the enemy of the season, committing treason
under a false flag of hope without cohesion
hear that? sounds like your God is freezin
up, can’t defend himself for a fuckin reason
cos he don’t exist; i don’t know why you believe him
life is scaty I know but imaginary friends won’t bring
inner peace or even understanding you can cling
to, try to make it true but you know you can’t convince
cos true don’t exist without consensus and evidence
a better sense of perspective is still to be gained
once you stop letting yourself be played and gamed
by some fairy tales and parables you claim
represent reality in your inane brain
ill show you the way if you want but you gotta know
that it ain’t gonna be easy and it prolly won’t bestow
you with what you expect, only more to question
but it’s the pursuit of knowledge that beckons
and keeps you coming back for seconds,
thirds unto infinity, so what do you reckon?
a lesson in progression , or a blessing of aggression
a confession of perspective, or a message of correction
i mean really, what do you even have to lose
your belief is zero sum and it’s got you confused
thinking that heaven is waiting at the end
but hey I doubt your God wants you as a friend
just a pawn to propagate this profession
all along you’re just a tool in the church’s possession
thinking for yourself seems to be the only real sin
cos you might actually realize that you can play to win

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from rime of the prescient mana, vol. 1, track released October 6, 2018

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