Pagan I am

Pray not you lily whites
and all those brown people pious in fright
your god is not here this night!

Your litanies and adorations,
pleas to the great entity of creation
are wasted, he cares not for your petty inclinations.

The moment the first sin was committed,
your free will was acuminated
as well as the consequences cumulated.

Pagan I am,
I follow not the masses like a lost lamb,
fore I exert my free will; I am what I am.

I have no need for edifices of mortar and stone,
for clerics  that preach distinction, supremacy
and discriminate, insular tendencies.

We are all children of The Earth, the great mother,
beholden to the great father, The Sun; all born of a womb,
we bleed the same color, the many and the one.

The essence of life is everywhere in everything,
all things have a spirit that must be respected,
this day has dawned and we have forgotten this.

We are the authors for our own unnatural extinction,
murders of our brothers over sociological convictions,
the ultimate undoing of our humanity, this dereliction.

Pagan I am, and will always remain,
knowing we are all one,
each a link in the natural chain.

Your litanies and adorations,
pleas to the great entity of creation
are wasted, he cares not for your petty inclinations.

Pray not you lily whites
and all those brown people pious in fright
your god is not here this night!


Gypsy Red