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Ignorance is the creator of the miracle,
Unthinkable by all who can think.
Wrapped in a coat of superstitious treacle
That sours when its sugar doth shrink.
The square triangle in the mind of the fool
Who denies the logic that dwells in his eye
Invents the witch over which he can drool
Lest what he believes his doubt must deny.
There cannot be a God and no Devil
So believers must also believe in the witch
For if superstition dwells in the Warlocks of evil
Then it dwells in the religiously kitsch.
For religion is superstition and ignorance
As is belief in a warlock and witch.
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Well I know that there is no heaven
And I know that there is no Hell;
Just the superstition of hope and fear
That only in our minds can dwell.
To thank God for the sun and the rain
Means we should thank him for our thirst,
Our famine, our diseases and pain;
For evil when it is doing its worst.
For all life has a natural rhythm,
Changing and renewing its face;
Unstable and perpetually driven
According to time's relentless pace.
For time is the measure of truth
That presents reality as a logical case.
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