man creates the god and the god destroyes the man betrayed by their own invention the shephered buchers the lamb a loin at the head of an army of sheep when comes time to feed like saturn devoured his childern there consumed by believe i am the chose one and i hold the key behold the prodigal son this good i do lives long after me let iconoclasim set you free christ is the same as yesterday and today forever a lie they concocteted the heavens to keep all the puppets in line narcotic addictive disire to believe they wont go to hell a dog that has bitten his master that he knew so well let ICONOCLASM set you free