"Why, you know's a spoken spell, a prayer for reason",
The magician said,
"I wanna think ***'s thoughts", and Mr. Newton, Issac said,
"After him". I stood the queue, knowing why, I kept silent.
Fundamental heretic is what I am.
Jesus was such a heretic. Ask any Pharisee.
Evaluation and appraisal, worship and praise,
who told you to do that? A shepherd kid?
A lonely boy under the stars in a peaceful valley,
beside still waters. Like Bob Dylan at twelve. Singin' along.
Worthy, so worthy, sang the boy, never knowing the role of
y after worth in setting the appraising price or prize
What's it worth to know death has no sting? A song?
Then sing, soft, don't wake the dead.