Filthy Holy Habit (Devil Weak Handed)
By Johnny-Ray
Belief by the dollar
Or protest beside millions
Pricey fictional splendors
Try not to get tricked again
Labor for the liar
Or wary of the hook
Praising would-be saviors
In a holy comic book.
Despite what was promised
Doubt is in the air
Of all earth’s trial and error
In the hands of one creator
They all keep fucking moving
The shit they all believe
That a being far beyond human
Is conjuring the dreams.
Who really spawned the human being?
Who really built the first machine?
Will we ever see that face?
And he fail the human race?
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