Post by khnumet on Jun 26, 2005 8:46:42 GMT -5
The religious people put a saddle on God
Bit, bridle, reins and spurs
Kicked His sides to shuttle to and fro
Along the track of human certitude
He roared and stamped a quake into the Earth
Many people died
They said "As a horse you're a failure
Perhaps you don't exist"
The religious people urge me to get on the track
Lest I fall prey to dangerous freedoms
Slipping off the narrow spine of their decrepit horse
I grasp for the reins
I yearn for a rule
I've committed a great sin
What can I buy?
I hurry to scorry
But I do not find Him
Until I am still
With nothing that I can do
And not a fig leaf to my name
Only a core of hot anger and cold knowledge
Pain clouds raining inbetween
He untamed and unfettered
Touches me
He goes where religion's illicit morality cannot
I mount up on His wings
In the wind His free mane whips away my tears one by one
Bit, bridle, reins and spurs
Kicked His sides to shuttle to and fro
Along the track of human certitude
He roared and stamped a quake into the Earth
Many people died
They said "As a horse you're a failure
Perhaps you don't exist"
The religious people urge me to get on the track
Lest I fall prey to dangerous freedoms
Slipping off the narrow spine of their decrepit horse
I grasp for the reins
I yearn for a rule
I've committed a great sin
What can I buy?
I hurry to scorry
But I do not find Him
Until I am still
With nothing that I can do
And not a fig leaf to my name
Only a core of hot anger and cold knowledge
Pain clouds raining inbetween
He untamed and unfettered
Touches me
He goes where religion's illicit morality cannot
I mount up on His wings
In the wind His free mane whips away my tears one by one
