[Music: Patrick]
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Let there be the art
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Painful urge to create in all matter embodied
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Let there be the stars to sign the work
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For earthbound creation to worship when
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They'll start gazing upward
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Let there be light, glowing from a far
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Like a blasting horn bellows forth our coming
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Divine architecture drawn onto the veil of existence
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Your very existence, by sole will conceived
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Since the first cell divided itself
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Provided the canvas for the work to bloom
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Until the time came to make apes into men
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A sorry pinnacle drawn to regression
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Creation, you self-predacious kind
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The canvas you stained in majestic idiocy
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For eons all was miscomprehended
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Offerings slain for heaven granted better harvests
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To vultures alone
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To our image and resemblance
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[Solo: Pat]
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Animals we did disguise
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[Solo: Mat]
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Behind a mask of intelligence
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[Solo: Pat, Mat]
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The beast can be sensed
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[Solo: Pat, Mat]
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Creatures, so unfit for liberty
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Always at war to force-feed a vision of divinity
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Manipulating holiness
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You see evil in all senses
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Blindly guessing the why you've been
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Arisen, given speech
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[Solo: Pat]
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Made into flesh and blood
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[Solo: Mat]
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Given a script and a play
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[Solo: Pat, Mat]
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Characters (for which) higher will is reason
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[Solo: Pat, Mat]
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Becoming God
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