This song goes with the poem, "Thirteenth Moon of the Lamb."
Thirteenth Moon of the Lamb
Blood from your limbs
Sap of my trunk
Crown taken from my cousin
Tis yours as well
Near your last hour
Burning leaves now words -
Storm my breath
Sit in my fork, O Lamb -
Thy coil hung by men's fear...
Peer into centuries and cry blood
"A girl stares at a square.
Voices come from below the people
My eyes are hers
Only plagues aren't prejudiced -
Mirrors are invisible to bigotry
Fascists rape children of choice
Quoting the traitor Paul over me
Ghosts of dead churches
Whisper scripture to sucklings
Moaning lies about my sacrifice
Teaching the sword ----
Not the cheek
Fundamentalists are as fossils
Unable to alter...
Except by erosion or destruction
How much more life will perish
Before those fossils erode?
Who breaks their mold by the Word ---
Not the sword?
My apostles failed
Popes and Kings destroyed my teachings and deny them
War beats in their hearts which loves the root of evil
-- This do in remembrance of me
-- This do in remembrance of me"
Blood poured from the eyes of the lamb
Fork to flesh
The ghost of The Lamb crawled ---
Grief grasped his spirit
Going from the arm of the tree
To the wet chest of the cross...
I Do Not Want Your God
I do not want your god.
You say the devil is in the wilderness
But the greatest peace I have ever known is with the sun shining bright
The wind blowing on my burned face
Or the moon shining like the sun on a solstice
I do not want your god
You believe the annihilation of my ancestors is divinely authorized
Even your religious coercions today are still cultural genocide
As you make darkness bow its head in
Shame for the choices you make
I do not want your god
Every time you say your Devil’s name he comes and dances
Though you say he’s "under your feet"
It’s your Devil, you keep him
I do not want your god
And while your Religious Fascism killed my clan
Who knows not who they are
I forgive you, the white man
But I’ll never forget
I do not want your god
I may not know where the bones of my ancestors are
Whose culture your Religious Fascism murdered
But they breath through me
I know who I am.
I do not need your god to be free
I am free of hate
I am free of fear
And all I see with your god is hate and fear
I do not want your god
I Will Not Hate the White Man
I will not hate the White Man
Though he encroaches on the land
He has not yet realized my people are his
And his is mine this time again
I will not hate the White Man
Though he’s made languages fade away
His lands are lost from him
He needs someone to pay
I will not hate the White Man
Though he glorifies genocide
He cannot stop fighting his crusades and wars
His heart from himself he hides
I will not hate the White Man
The One Direction won’t let it be
We both go through chaos and change
Throughout eternity
I will not hate the White Man
But I will not be like him
I forgive him for Christianizing my clan
That I’ll never see again
I forgive the White Man
And though my land is long lost
I’ll keep that medicine deep
Deep within my heart
I’ll never be the White Man
The Meaning of Power and Corruption
An eon past
A blink for God's eye
I drowned in the Sea of Dead Souls
Swarmed they in the blood of my ancestors -
Neither in Heaven nor in the Abyss resting
But like Shadows in the night -
Danced they o'er my soul
My bodies pried open -
Only a little evil entering at a time
Until the Apocalypse
So it appeared -
Like a misty reflection upon water
An eon past
A blink for God's eye
The Devil unlocked my soul -
With the key I had lost possession of
The Sun was dim -
I was beside myself in soul
My senses belonged not to me
But to the Prince of Darkness
An eon past in suffering
Torment and anguish
But what about the key which
Unlocked my soul - from whence
I looked upon pestilence and said it was good?
The key
Yes, the key to my soul
In that Dark Night I demanded
An explanation from my Lord
"I walk and am weary, I seek but do not find
My wings are made of iron -
Why hast thou forsaken me?
Thy rivers run deep as the
Land of Milk and Honey.
Why, my Lord -
Do I suffer so Night and Day?"
I remembered the key used by evil to unlock my soul
"I can see thy Holy Angels of the Quarters
I can commune with them and serve them
Thus serve thee - my Lord"
The Lord of Heaven answered
"Why do you think I allowed Beelezebub to use the key?
The meaning is the suffering."
This song goes in rhythm with the syllables of the verse with the bridge from "I Will Not Hate the White Man."
This song goes with the poem, "I Do Not Want Your God."
This song goes with "The Meaning of Power and Corruption"