Get In Line

Sinister minister! Wait just a minute sir! If it’s sin I administer, Upon then whom do I answer? Who then is the voice of reason? Woven between the choices believed in Go be the vagabond breeze To please the windy whispers She sees the truth It’s absolution from down upon her knees She prays to thee For a side step of salvation In the name of creation Seek not sanctuary But loss and its return Through the loss of face and name Of course falls both shame and blame Upon all who shed remorse, gain curse Catch the light Stand and fight Redeem all wrongs with right New life and sharp eyes Immunize hurt and euthanize my youthful lies Yet inspire thee in chant Forge forward thy rant I wish to roam Though foolish I am bound Soul searching a lost collection of freedoms Bring forth the magician Let shine the one I hide Peace, please be this season Peace, please be believed in Yes, she is to be mine I seek not sex as prize It holds no surprise I know how it starts Then divides, ends and rips apart It cannot choose my friends Nor secure my brethren A blank mind is so noisy You hear again and again You have NO idea So you better then Buy into my theories At least then You will KNOW an idea!