Long Life the Great and Powerful One

While walking in the misty morn of yore One dismal dark decaying depraved day I was suffocating with the sounds of the dying city Slowly coming to life with the dawning sun Surrounded by the sounds of chaos, disorder Dark, dangerous despairing thoughts Of dangerous terrible acts to come All around me in this strange era we live in This orange alert perpetual fearful times Constant fear, and overwhelming dread Mad crazed Islamic bomb throwing terrible terrorists Hiding under every bed, lurking around every corner Conspiring with the murderous criminals of yore Just waiting to attack god fearing Christian citizens Murdering them in their sleep Blowing up schools Blowing up buses, cars, buildings Murdering in the name of their demented god Screaming God is great as they behead us all As I walk down that street In the dead calm of the early morn Filled with fulsome fears of who know what I look up and see a giant gargoyle Looking down at me Smirking at me, laughing at me I yell out to the gargoyle Say, Mr. Gargoyle What is so damn funny Don't you know there is a terror alert Have you seen any Islamic terrorists lurking about? The gargoyle laughed and laughed Said, terror alert? What a loud of crap As the prophet, Mr. Natural taught us all, "It don't mean ****, it don't mean ****" Nothing but prime BS Designed to keep you in your place He laughed and laughed Soon all the gargoyles of the city Were in open revolt They jumped off their perches And started marching around Chatting Peace is War, War is Peace Truth is a Lie, Lies are Truth The Truth will Set You Free All Hail the Great and Powerful One All Hail the Great and Powerful One The head gargoyle looks at me He says "Watch this!" And jumps up and rides a rainbow sunbeam Into the bloody red light of the dawning rising sun The other gargoyles follow suit Dancing, naked, making wild passionate love While laughing and riding the light And the gloom lifts from my shoulder And I laugh and realize "It don't mean ****" And then my soul is free And I fly with the gargoyles To join my buddy the sun And looking down at the teaming mess Of what was left of humanity I realized the ultimate reality of life "It don't mean ****" And the terrorists are nothing but delusions Put in our heads and our hearts By the depraved master programmer of the universe In service to the Great and Powerful One The true Master of Creation