The words are inscribed as the stories are told.
Engraved and defended, we bind them in gold.
In fear of the fire
And the poor sightless wraith,
So myth becomes legend,
Devotion – faith.
And so we explain what lies under the stone.
Let Y be the question and X the unknown.
Let light fall upon us
And where there is none,
The answer is all
To the power of one.
And there with the flock as I listened and heard
The learned ones strive to interpret the Word,
I stood and relinquished
The shackle of youth
As I rose to greet
The simple truth…
That faith is belief that is tempered with need.
Yes, faith is belief that is tempered with need.
And I have no faith,
For I have no need,
And so I am free
To disbelieve.
Faith is belief that is tempered with need.
Yes, faith is belief that is tempered with need.
And I have no faith,
For I have no need,
And so I am free
To disbelieve.

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