God Song

And did those feet in ancient times

Trod on America's pastures of green?

And did that anthropocentric God

Wane with their thoughts and beliefs, solipsy?



I don't think so

He's up there with the others laying low

Vying with those

Who you've traded your life to to bless your soul



And have they told you how to think

Cleansed your mind of sepsis and autonomy?

Or have you escaped from scrutiny

And regaled yourself with depravity?



Now we all see

Religion is just synthetic frippery

Unnecessary

In our expanding global culture of efficiency



Now we all fear

This impasse we have built to our future

Ever so near, ever so near

And oh so austere