I want to thank you for never being there. Your absence has
forced me to find my own way. While others are led through life with a
blindfold, I can see clearly, the rain will wash me away. I reject the thought
of a god when all we see is the work of an ill-fated world. I reject a liar’s
cross. Who am I to say what I believe is right for the ma**es? I just know it’s
right for me. For this I have secured my place in hell, but every day I face is
my own heaven in the making. What do you believe in? What do you think is
right? Centuries have pa**ed, the voice of reason is still being suppressed.
Salvation dances in front of their faces, but they’re too blind to see. I
reject the thought of a God, when all we see is the work of an ill-fated world.
I reject a liar’s cross. Thank you for never being there. Thank God for never
being there.