Hasten, Hasten,
Do not flock away as the Shepard calls,
Come now and be free,
To fly among the stars,
And bury all hope of depravity,
Shine forth as a casket of golden light,
Look down with your grace
And bring forward lost souls
Fumbling around for lost pleasures in the dark,
Give them sight,
Bestow upon them with your light,
Sing and cry out your truths of life,
We are here and now,
Not locked in Past's mental prison
or caught in Future's trap,
Give us our days in shells, not in bread,
Let us open them one by one,
See what prizes awaits for us in its stead.

Live and be free,
Smote only those who hold you back from being
thee.