A story told to a child
Was it true?
Who makes the myths?
That's what I've wanted to know
But was afraid to ask
Not the bedtime stories
Nor tales of adventure
But the other ones
You rest the civitas upon
This I've come to understand:
Some you said were demons
Turned out to be angels
Now I'm quite certain
Your gods are devils
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