Follow?

Why do we follow?
Old roads are simply dead ends.
Disbelief in full suspense.
Oh, why do we follow?

Belief is so hollow.
Too frail to depend on.
Just more stuff to defend, oh
And more shit to swallow.

Think for yourself.
Question authority.
I implore and I plea,
Let no one else

Truth has no fear.
Questions will clarify.
Not like these other guys.
No, truth has no fear.

A Godly Profession

The God Police do take in trends
Interrogating all our friends
Focusing on finding failures
Turning shepherds into jailers
Jailors to axemen swift soon turn
Axemen to angels wrathful burn

Out to Pasture

Hidden dragons pose as shepherds
Sly as foxes, fast as leopards
Flash toothy grins at one another.
The sheep smile back, all unaware
That prowling round their pasture's fringe
The shepherds seek for sheep to singe
Among our sister and our brother
And find them unprepared.

Some silent lambs have seen their tail
But frightened by such teeth they fail
And suffer alone instead.
In such dread, in silence refrain--
For those who bleet out in alarm
Do volunteer for deadly harm.
Internally their wounds are bled
And, loathing life, remain.