And does thou heart not know of love
Yet you spend your time idle in this tower

Are tears wet upon such skin so soft
As to remind you of the loneliness
That beats within your breast

You speak of days now passed yet never
Talk of such freedom burning inside your
Immortal soul

How then old hag of time do thou think
That love shall find such a door open to love that is even to the blind man closed forever

Stop the wailing of banshees from pale lips that spew hatred for time time that you took as a prisoner when in this tower you did seek solitude away from the outside

I have no more to say but one
let the reflection of the moon that glows
Be the mirror to your end

And the river did turn blood red
A thousand angels cried
Let no mortal man stand between earth and sky
For the hand of fate shall strike the heathen down

And man fell to his knees and wept
As his naked form did wail
At the hatred borne within
Now grown and in full bloom

The earth shall give and it shall take
Let no false idol promise gold
And thou you will turn to dust
Purest heart will carry you forth

Beneath the star spangled night we lay
Upon a blanket of lust
Hearts racing minds churning
Eager to undress one another

The moon beams dance around
Our silhouettes black and excited
Cast on the ground
Aching ***** for each one

The nightime breeze blows animal scent
Hearts banging now as the end
Becomes more clearer in our naked state
To taste each precious drop
As we fornicate

And as the moon shines upon
These naked two
It smiles down for it sees
Lust like this grow on every breeze

I want to be rich
I want to have power
I want my every thought
To blossom and flower
Into a new religion
Like a room full of roses.
I want to become
A brand new Moses.

I would write such tales
Of exciting breadth and scope
That any non-believer would
Have to be a brainless dope.
I would invent angels, too
That appear to save us all
And appear and offer words
That back up the worship call.

I will find someplace
Where I could build a church;
Leave all the naysayers
In a theological lurch.
I want to write new rules
Maybe on tablets of gold
And peddle my concept
Until thousands are sold.

Then we can get stronger
And create our own thing
Where hand chosen leaders
Can carry on like kings.
Once they are chosen
Their persons will be sacred.
They will have God’s mandate,
So no human can take it.

Of course we’ll do good things
Like a religion really should.
We’ll do charity and preaching
And do a great amount of good.
But what is most important
And will really make us great
Is to teach our people clearly
Just who they have to hate.

If we don’t approve of them
Heaven will simply be denied;
Just like the Court of Gentiles.
They’ll have to stay outside.
Because I want a religion
Where what I say will be fact
And all of the true believers
Will know exactly how to act.