Can’t play this here game of pretend, anymore,
Can’t keep throwing my beating heart, on the floor,
Can’t keep brushing my warrior child, to the side.
Can’t keep hiding my eyes from sin, and base pride.
Can’t watch parents make their own flesh and blood cry.
Can’t watch the rich make cutesy cruelty, past time.
Can’t watch as you get away with your thought crimes.
Can’t watch them, so I invite you, “Say this rhyme,”
Say, “Time is now, place is Earth, this had God’s brand.”
Say “Space-time ‘tis malleable, and I fulfill Plan.”
Say “Goodbye to sadness!” and with a flick of thy hand.
Say “Run along now, time we raise Promised Land.”
The Great Awakening
Getting you started on the
right path back home