What am I, A moron magnet?

     Did I kill some golden goose?

     Tell me that it's all a dream and

     all the blood's tomato juice.

     Spare me your indentured preaching,

     telling me my time is nigh;

     am I stupid? Can't I fathom

     all the scars up in the sky?

     Three blind mice and bedtime stories,

     heroes questing for their grails;

     leave me here to live life daily,

     go act out your fairy tales.

     Plug my ears, you white intruders,

     I see blood stains in your grin;

     how can I believe your legends?

     Can the good guys always win?

     Peace is here in fertile pastures,

     why make noises, talk so loud?

     Uninvited, madly raving,

     thrusting forth your cross so proud.

     Get behind me! Leave me dreaming,

     close your lips and simply leave;

     I have God inside me, can't you

     see my spirit? I believe!