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Me and I (Rantings of a mad man)

#ART... Everyday I have to wake up to guilt... 
Guilt left over from knowing I broke laws that don't even concern me. 
Civilization will fall, they will remember I said so. 
I know I am about to succeed because a woman I know from nowhere claims to love me. 
I'm beginning to have friends but it doesn't make sense. I know these people, I see them everyday, they said they made the bible, claimed it was God's word, but I know the truth. 
I mean, why shouldn't I? I'm not blind. 
Come here let me talk to you. 
I just think religion is education, and I hate education; it's targeted at the influential and the gullible. 
Still, there will always be racism. 
Do you get my point? 
Do you think me sick? 
After pain you know, there's painkillers, 
after painkillers, there's depression, 
depression brings more pain. 
Do you have a clearer view of my point now? 
Everytime I told her I love her, I felt like a liar as I was really just stretching the limit of indulgence; they fed us lies - morals, sanctity, justice... 
Look at this, are you looking? 
It's just like the story of Johnny, I know his crew knew how he died, the studios said shut up... I know. 
It keeps bothering me.. I don't know him, but I saw him in a dream. 

Jesus was killed, revived too by the ones who orchestrated it...
The church knew it, the world doesn't. 
Isn't it stupid to you too? 
Look at my eyes, bloodshot; I am a thinker. 
Lies always need advocates, the truth is always told by loners who are always considered mad. 
Are you with me? 
I've seen the tower of babel, and it's huge. 
I've seen the beast from the end of days, a fine young man. 
How many times has God been advocated for? Civilization will collapse on itself. 
They told us adultery was wrong, then gave us fornication, which became modernized into salvation, you know, the other rainbow. 
Then they became atheists... 
Who are they kidding? 
Knowledge is influence. 
Wealth is power, it's why being a thief is a race. Understand this, you're not a thief unless you're caught. Now... You can only get caught if you're not a thief. 
Ask King James, but he's dead.

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