“You need to think of man’s basic needs
You need to think of what it feeds
The start is simple
You are tired, you need sleep
You are hungry, you need to eat
When does need become a want?
When does want become desire?”
“You who wear these clothes that bare
The essence of your soul so cold.
What do you do to buy the brand
That feeds your ego, and fills the snare
Of those that market their little wares.”
“More and more do you desire
Where does it stop?
Or does your heart’s desire
Drive you on and on
For more and more
You cast your vision on and on.”
“From your land, you take the fiery brand
To foreign lands, to burn and kill
And take your fill
Of their riches, of their wenches
To fill their lands with foreign stench”
“Who drives this may I ask?
They say it is me; my devious task
To lead you astray
From your given path
To God, to Heaven with your Holy Bray!”
“But, I did not place you here on earth
I only made an offer at the birth
Of Eden; a simple apple given
Knowledge, it is said, that I gave thee
For this I was flung from the Holy See!
Thy God flung me from the Holy Gate
And gave us the gift of Love, of Hate!”