Out in the open
Where the dust meets the eye
While the sun is a witness in the sky
There exists no God
Who will come down
And save your sinful soul tonight
No empty prayers will bring
A rite of passage for you to sing
Into a glorified heaven
That you believe
You can go to
Alas! It is but true
Faith is a farce
That some people
Believe to
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Faith is a farce! /////////////// great