Ode to Hypocrisy
I always tried to be so good
And do the things that Buddha would
But now I find it's come to pass
That no good things were made to last.
So now I stand upon this hill
Submit myself to thine own will
And in the merry month of May
The beast I feared has come to play.
I've given up the strength to fight
No longer yearn for love or light
For now it's hell's gates that open to receive me
And it's the Antichrist who doth redeem me.
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