Even if I did not believe in life
If I lost my faith in the order of things
Were convinced in fact that everything is a disorderly, damnable and devil-ridden chaos
If I were struck by every horror of man's disillusionment
Still I would want to live
And having once tasted the cup
I would not turn away from it
Until I had drained it
You are trying to save me
But perhaps I am not lost
Is an unworthy, uncaring father still entitled to the love of his sons?

It is not for us to resolve things that are not of this world
A world with God would be even more disturbing than a universe without him
For if He tolerates atrocities
If he condones such cruelty
Who would want to worship such a maker anyway?
They locked her up for 30 days
In a dark room under the roof
They broke her will with the cane
She'll remember everything
You are trying to save me, but perhaps I am not lost
It is not God that I do not accept
It's this world of God's, created by God, that I cannot agree to accept
I dragged myself out to the Ocean
And stared all night into the sky
The only lights I saw were far below me: Black waters full of life
I too lived on roots and locusts
I too have been in the wilderness
I too was striving to stand among They elect
Among the strong and the powerful
I too lived on roots and locusts
I too prized the freedom with which Thou hast blessed us
But I woke up and would not serve madness
The kiss glows deep in his heart
But the old man adheres to his idea
I too lived on roots and locusts
I too

"I think that if the Devil does not exist, and has therefore been created by man, then man has created him in his own likeness and image"
[Ivan Karamazov, in Fjodor Dostoevsky "The Brothers Karamazov"]

And it will grow into an oak tree

You will dine on locusts
You'll wander in the wilderness to save your soul

Are you ready to face your greatest mistake:
the one that sealed humanity's fate?

When you resisted the devil's temptations
You gave every good man affliction
You excluded us from redemption
and doomed humanity to death and destruction

You chose freedom and virtue
But you misjudged human nature:
The majority of men can't cope with
what you gave them

We'll lead humanity
down the same old trail:
But every man will be
blithe, along the way
blithe and ignorant

Oh Jesus, we improved Thy work
and founded it upon
miracle and mystery
and authority

For anyone who can appease a man's troubled conscience
can take his freedom away from him.