What's your name?
They call me, Legion
because we are many, now leave us be.
Hail thee, Lucifer Morningstar
For your praise, we sacrifice our souls
I heard one say is how we live
I stare in wonder, "shall we lie that we are with you?"
"Yes," they say
It is better being in a multitude of many than in a Legion of few
We remind them, their Father prefers truth
It is better we standalone
For he has promised to spew us from his mouth
They ignore and come in a rage of words
Before us they birth their arguments
One is named dumb and the other boring
Dumb cries of things he knows less
Confused, he speaks without meaning
Thinking faith = proof and theory = not proven
Boring is as his name
He tells of an end with infinite existence
We will spend that existence, singing and praising
They ask for repentance and return
Like faith is a switch you turn on and off
Do they think it is easy being us? Why don't they try.
They believe moral decadence begins with us
Such folly flows from the path of least resistance
As their faith closed the doors to reality
You tag us children of the Morningstar
Doesn't change the truth of your Father
He is to us, Santa Claus for adults
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