As you treat the lowest, so you treat The Lamb But suppose it were so, that you were the lowest
Would it stand to reason that you should be kindest to yourself above all, as though you yourself were Christ?

Deus vult! Crying for reason God’s will! Spiritual treason
Deus vult! No room for saints here Gone asunder

This is the moment of decision
Every day’s a chance to be a righteous man Now is the time for your salvation
In the end of it you must own what you do

Soft determinism opens up my life to accept what may come, but still allows me to try I accept that I cannot change what is outside me
Grant me only the power to improve my perspective

This is the moment of creation
Belonging where I am, I only take what’s given This is the time for absolution
I let the weight of all my shortcomings dissolve

Lay your burden down
Enter the water without a ripple

Sunrise, embrace!
Arms outstretched

Bless both friends and enemies
The walls before me, the walls within
Both will be shattered, both will give in
Life as machine, so unaware
I feel it draining like poisoned, dripping ichor

This is the moment of baptism
I cannot call my life a meaningless mistake This is the moment of renewal
I preach to introduce democracy to heaven