Wisp of Tow

The shepherd was happy, the rebel was not
They had each other and worship, and him, just free thought
Though no beast is like man, so artistically cruel
So he soon joined in, grazing with his holy fools

And his struggle and science cannot be his own
Just as man cannot live off of bread alone
He must suffer from sin, he must live off the grass
And he can only love neighbors when in the abstract

So cast thyself down, while your cross is light
And destroy thy kingdom, while the time is right
And the babe shall stop weeping, and the moon and the sun
Will come on the fourth day and love everyone

And the dog looked on man and saw little of worth
His shameless invention, his locusts and dirt
But he wrote of our heaven and he wrote of our lord
And he became a brother to all he abhorred

How good life is when you do something just
How hungry i am for the soul of the world
The rebel was kissed by the goodness of men
Kiss the beast, say hurrah
Kiss the beast, say hurrah
Kiss the beast, say hurrah