The energy that zealous preachers Burn up trying to pose as teachers Would surely be much better spent If only just to pay the rent. They try so hard to scare and change you, They lose all sight of He who made you. Their sermons bore, their words ring false Beyond their egos let us waltz! I want no part of that flock of sheep Who blindly follow without a peep. I'll blaze my own trail through the darkness And taste that pleasure that is Nameless. Dance divinely with my Maker And feel the joy I truly savor.
