Lagumbay.com Reflections on Love, Rage, and Fear

I can tell from that frown that the world has got you down –
all this anxiety and stress has got you all depressed
but my friend, it’s not too late — soon you will be feeling great

if only you had faith like Bill and put your trust in God
’cause it’s your own free will that makes this whole thing odd
You know he’s the boss but that’s a line he will not cross
though if you just ask him for a hand, I’m sure he’d understand
if only you had faith like Bill and chose to follow God.

There are some things you can’t avoid like finding yourself unemployed
and though the kids don’t get enough to eat, you shouldn’t sit there in defeat
’cause my friend, it’s not too late — soon you will be feeling great

You’ve found you can no longer hide from famine, rape, and genocide
It’s your fault you have it rough ’cause you don’t worship hard enough
but my friend, it’s not too late — soon you could be feeling great

Your heart must have sunk when you heard your child was run over by a drunk
and God could have kept him from harm — that dead child in your arms
but my friend, it is too late — life would have been just great

Another year for the immortals
With celebrations to conduct
And future members to annoint –
To triumphantly instruct

In our secret cult of cults
That raise unwilling men
From their decaying slumber –
Snatched from the Lion’s den.

The horrors from their faces still
Echoing in darkness of a past century
These actors in ancient entertainment
Bring us all our revelry.

So pour the wine, my dear,
And watch the disemboweled writhe in pain
For dying is an immortal’s pleasure
And the beauty of the insane.