Life Without Reading

The finest art in all the world
Is to kill a god or King
To shun law and all
Without a soul
Detecting a single thing,

Today I’m Pontius Pilate’s hitman
Hired to shoot the king JC
I go back in time, from 8079
I’m an intergalactic assassin.

Today I’m Pontius Pilate’s hitman
Hired to shoot the king
I’m a fine exponent of the greatest art
The art of killing.

I chose a time my informant
You may call me a blasphemer
Of a very high degree
Yet I’m only trying to show you
That this religion which you
Follow and yet you and I are only living
Through an ethereal fantasy.