2002-08-22 - 8:17 p.m.
look I'm not trying to freak
or preach how we've all got to purge
this cultural mystique
with which we dress the primal urge
has got to be much more than just another "high" we seek
jump starting neuro-transmitters will only make you weak
so round and round the mongoose ran
until he bit his tail
he bites it hard because he can
because he hates to fail
he bites it though it hurts him
he bites it though it stinks
as common sense deserts him
"it makes me strong," he thinks
look I'm not trying to freak
you out, or in, for more or less
but all the things we seek
will compromise, not coalesce,
the philanthropic virtues which Innocence once held
like water, pure, and anthrax can't be one in the same well
so don't be like that mongoose
a vicious cirlce that
a short leash or a long noose
won't tame a jungle rat
let love and mercy guide you
though they contradict your gut
let God's spell run beside you
and save you from that cut
for that dear skin that you are in
is like a little child
don't hurt the beast on which you ride
dear angel heart gone wild
you need the water of God's life to quench your thirsting soul
and heal you from the pain and strife that tries to take control
let love and mercy be your strength
and He will be there too
near and far, up close, at length
just call Him when you're blue
I've found Him faithful, kind and pure
Always there for me
Solid as a rock and sure
Please call on Him and see.
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