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.
