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Errand
Leave this dusty flesh mine
And travel into the farthest outline
Farther than can be expressed in this rhyme
Explore the very and from the beginning of time
I know you can do it spirit of my body
Travel up, up on my behalf to lobby
Tell all the celestial entities
Of the downslide of humanity
Hint them that mankind is wiping of the K.I.N.D.
And are replacing it with cruelty
Tell them this world is too insecure for me
That they should protect me as it ought to be
Tell those religious concepts I mean to accept them
But they are all so confusing. That’s the problem
They are really a yoke on the shoulders of men
That if they lighten a bit, men would buy them then
Tell purity how much I yearn to keep pure
Tell divinity I am almost not sure
How divine I am. But I wouldn’t be this poor
If for a moment, they open to me the celestial door
Tell knowledge it is but in tiny bits in big, big books
Let laziness know I don’t even want to know its looks
Tell success never to waver that I want it in full
Tell joy I want it to be much more cheerful
Remind motion never to cease
Beg God not to put aside my pleas
He knows obedience has no power to insist
Where Anarchy is the law that persist
Kneel before almighty and Christ
And ask about the hows, whens, whos, wheres and why
But return quickly to me with the reply
Oh spirit of my body, run this errand for me tonight.
And travel into the farthest outline
Farther than can be expressed in this rhyme
Explore the very and from the beginning of time
I know you can do it spirit of my body
Travel up, up on my behalf to lobby
Tell all the celestial entities
Of the downslide of humanity
Hint them that mankind is wiping of the K.I.N.D.
And are replacing it with cruelty
Tell them this world is too insecure for me
That they should protect me as it ought to be
Tell those religious concepts I mean to accept them
But they are all so confusing. That’s the problem
They are really a yoke on the shoulders of men
That if they lighten a bit, men would buy them then
Tell purity how much I yearn to keep pure
Tell divinity I am almost not sure
How divine I am. But I wouldn’t be this poor
If for a moment, they open to me the celestial door
Tell knowledge it is but in tiny bits in big, big books
Let laziness know I don’t even want to know its looks
Tell success never to waver that I want it in full
Tell joy I want it to be much more cheerful
Remind motion never to cease
Beg God not to put aside my pleas
He knows obedience has no power to insist
Where Anarchy is the law that persist
Kneel before almighty and Christ
And ask about the hows, whens, whos, wheres and why
But return quickly to me with the reply
Oh spirit of my body, run this errand for me tonight.
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