Part 3: The Act of Cognition
Oh my god, I’m not partly sorry
For succumbing to humanity
For not being equipped to resist
Temptations of pure profanity
I’m just a slave to imperfections
Found in your holiest of shrines
Who am I to judge the architect
Having never inspected his designs
Yet I’m conscribed to shuffle onward
Committing my sins subjectively
Forbidden to question the reasons
Governing this vast inequity
My impulses may seem quite reckless
Desire burns without a fleeting pause
Consecration for my sinfulness
Adds to the tally of all my flaws
And though I’m committed to follow
Dogmatic doctrine so out of place
My mind can’t help but declare protest
In the name of our evolving race
Oh my god, I protest all my sins
Not because of some inherent wrong
Nor because of some long-threatened fate
Played in this sad recessional song
I reject every contrived notion
Linking lust to original sin
As I contemplate a world without
Your heavy hand judging those within
See, you’ve unfairly rigged the system
Writing rules in conflict with our will
Knowing we’d fail before we started
Based on the impulses you’d instill
Somehow the minds that you created
Evolved to question the intention
Of a god in charge of governing
Who holds the plans for our invention
Oh my god, I completely absolve
Any absurdity of this sin
And further, denounce hypocrisy
For latent desires brewing within
I am honored now to wear the crown
Fallen angel heretic at large
Defying divine doctrine amok
Giving notice to all those in charge
That any need for a god is done
Every version of his portrayal
Forever fades into history
Despite the impact of betrayal
And in the final moments, we’ll find
Salvation of our own volition
With no further need to sacrifice
Freewill for some holy tradition
I soundly reject your dominion
Over the souls of my fellow man
And declare this act of cognition
The sacrament of the also-ran
…continued…
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