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Spare me, please, your pious cant,
Your 'thou shalt not', your moral rant,
And let me live as I am made
Wild and free and unafraid,
Dreading naught of judgment day,
Pilgrim on a another way.
If I'm wrong I'll rot in Hell
But rotting there remember well
The span I spent as but a ploy
To spread a sweet, subversive joy,
And think my life not such a crime
If others, too, enjoyed my time.
But where I tread, at every turn,
Are men of faith, set grim and stern,
Rigid in their claims to be
So righteous they know more than me,
Though cowed beneath their codes and laws
They've lost the plot. The greater cause
Is not constraint by social rules
(Cages built for souls by fools)
But the sharing of an inward light
The love of all that's good and right
And kind and just and true and man
Was made for this, and this God's plan.
Copyright © 2021 2ndRateMind. All rights reserved.
Your 'thou shalt not', your moral rant,
And let me live as I am made
Wild and free and unafraid,
Dreading naught of judgment day,
Pilgrim on a another way.
If I'm wrong I'll rot in Hell
But rotting there remember well
The span I spent as but a ploy
To spread a sweet, subversive joy,
And think my life not such a crime
If others, too, enjoyed my time.
But where I tread, at every turn,
Are men of faith, set grim and stern,
Rigid in their claims to be
So righteous they know more than me,
Though cowed beneath their codes and laws
They've lost the plot. The greater cause
Is not constraint by social rules
(Cages built for souls by fools)
But the sharing of an inward light
The love of all that's good and right
And kind and just and true and man
Was made for this, and this God's plan.
Copyright © 2021 2ndRateMind. All rights reserved.
