Faux King Christ - Atheist

The illness prolific let the wordsmith begin

Haste with reservation neither chi or Zen

Could create quite the conflict

All are not know and not seen

Eclipsed in the credit of creation A murky at best running stream

Of these men who claim contact by pointing their limbs to the sky

They were so special and chosen to place all this fear in disguise of

Jesus Faux King Christ

A martyr symbolic to this very day

A scapegoat for most I am sorry to say

Hundreds of years of serving up fire

Enough to manipulate not to inspire

Jesus Faux King Christ

Taxless and corporate in "Gambino" ways

A pleasant umbrella just do what he says

Our evolution proved that all else is fraud

The sun and the moon is what I call god

The madness horrific let your wordplay end

You've got no reservation all just earth on the mend

That's what creates your little conflict

Your ticket to ride has expired

Your owed no credit for creation just blame for the shame you've conspired

To be all these men who have contact

You point all your hopes to the sky You are not special or chosen

Just fear in disguise of Jesus Faux King Christ