The Lakes Stopped Me (Holy Rhyme)
Well, there is indeed an evolutionThere is a great need for patience
Across the fields of timeless time
There is indeed a Humane solution.
Oh, so the magic is the contrivance itself
What you see and feel is what you hear
Down with the selfish self
And up with the truthful Elf.
How I wondered about Paine’s pain
And Patrick Henry’s skillful sane
For every tear that fell
God and Neptune and the Snow were an easy sell.
Lo and behold there is no doubt I died
As the damn’ Peace Pill broke my brain
Only God in my heart and gentle Pluto
And the Aliens He sent did revive me.
You can justify your perverted lust anytime
But you’ll never be at Peace unless you cease
Your over population of premature death in God’s Soil
Stop the carnage and all and God will not fail.
Yes, the lakes stopped me by the Lincoln River:
Just a little more evolution and distance from NYC/
The Snow-capped waves and the Spring Snow itself
Proved that Humane Meaning is the only Holy Rhyme.
