all the God-loving ladies
in their hats and sunday dresses in the streets.
and lie still all the babies,
never woken from their celibate dreams.
all of our Lord's animals
lay, bodies still, as mounted on a wall.
sleeping, they may rot there
till they're burned or buried sometime in the fall.
I'll spend my life down on my knees
or maybe i should ask to die.
i thought to look up to the skies
so He could see me here, alive.
if i had known of it for sure
from all their long quixotic verse,
or took a stopper to my thirst,
if He'd respect my honest search.
and i knew i'm not heaven bound,
now i know i was God sent.
i'd say the world is chasteless now,
but i wouldn't know what that meant.
bibesy and tears aside,
a happy day this has ent up to be.
and i'm glad to see you, it's too bad
to know you'll burn in hell with me.
ifsoever i've seen
a stranger sight,
purses empty as the eyes
of all the people left alive.
they're praying frantic in the church,
and crying softly to the shrines.
and i think hell would be just fine
if i can't join you in the sky.