The Essees still wait for the returned Elijah,nPious devotion shackles them to their faith like a slave,nThe Greek gods watch down from the heights of Mount Zion,nJoking that the worship of the literal doesn't fade with time.nnLet me re-introduce myself,nI am the son of man born, died, deified.nAll this dogma is bound,nNo effort to separate the myth from the facts,nFairy tales saying that the end of days have come at last.nnWas it always this simple and obvious?nWe were only held back by faith-based malaise,nThe hubris of the fallacy that only God can judge me.nWas it only arrogance are were we simply that naive,nOh so convinced that we are manipulated by a divine hand,nOh so convinced that this is part of a divine plan?nnAnyone can touch us,nEveryone will judge us, nAnd the God above us,nHe doesn't really love us.nYou should know, nYou've spent your whole life figuring it out,nSo you should know.