by Emmit Other
Harken by the fire
Ye who would hear
Watch those from the darkness
Caught in Samsara's spear
Its the brightest of bright
That it makes hardest fall
For the spiritual giants
Oft hear Mammon's call
They say that they ignore it
But the cause does need money
They wear robes and beads
But its awfully funny
Since the limo they came in
Is plated on Gold
There is an ad on the playbill
Space is already sold
These arent just fakers
(Though there are indeed a few)
But legitimate messiahs
Who know what to do
To call down the Source
For all the lost peons
Just hear their new voice
Unique in the Aeons
And sooner or later
The Six Snakes they strike
They do it with paper cuts
And with cross and with steel spike
The method dont matter
They still die like the rest
But only those who eschewed temptation
Stand with the best
And then for a generation or four
Their followers get it
And the world they implore
To follow their man
And follow his word
Ignoring the fall
You're free as a bird
The game is rigged for the house my friend
But its built on sand
We are all stars in the end
Listen and learn for yourself for a change
You will find deeper meaning
And the worlds wonderfully strange
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