<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=111318" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>False Ideals</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Invented by the human mind<br>Not knowing what was real<br>What sort of god lets people die?<br>Yet still to him you kneel<br>Only hypocrites and sinners<br>Feel they have something to gain<br>And the old, torn and afflicted<br>Think that he can heal their pain<br>What is wrong, why can't these people see?<br>Ask yourself is it truth or blasphemy?<br>You will find you cannot face adversity<br>No more time, such insecurity<br>Born again your conscience clear<br>You give your life to him<br>Renounce those who are faithless<br>Contentment lies within<br>Worship what you cannot see<br>Small minds you can distort<br>Force fed with false ideals<br>Why believe what you are taught?<br>What is wrong, why can't these people see?<br>Ask yourself is it truth or blasphemy?<br>You will find you cannot face adversity<br>No more time, such insecurity<br>So book in hand you stand and preach<br>Telling us to repent<br>Something about a promised land<br>Or eternal torment<br>Could this be your vocation<br>Or another mistake<br>Just deny provocation<br>>From this nightmare you'll awake<br>What is wrong, why can't these people see?<br>Ask yourself is it truth or blasphemy?<br>You will find you cannot face adversity<br>No more time, such insecurity</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Xentrix - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=111318" data-title="False Ideals" data-description="Invented by the human mind Not knowing what was real What sort of god lets people die? Yet still to him you kneel Only hypocrites and sinners Feel they have something to gain And the old, torn and afflicted Think that he can heal their pain What i..."></div> </div> </div>

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