I got the sense that I was being "pointed" in a certain lyrical direction by this, so I continued my write-the-first-thing-that-comes-into-your-head exercise, whilst intermittently consulting the Holy Bible, Sam Harris' "Letter to a Christian Nation," and numerous articles on the Norway massacre. The result was several sprawling pages of... mostly crap, but there was the occasional nugget in there that could be prised out, and formed into something that vaguely resembled a verse.
This is it so far:
All are parasites
Feasting on the host
Father, Son and Holy Ghost
Take them while they're young
Teach them how to hate
Teach them how to hold a gun
We dug an earthen grave
And buried reason deep
Though she tried to fight
She soon fell fast asleep
We filled it up again
And marked it with a cross
And never paused to contemplate
The weight of what we'd lost
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I don't think the lyrics will necessarily occur in that order - but it's a start.
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