When the forgery is your theology
When the legendary is your reality
The path to this perdition is not a happy trail
There are puddles full of blood of bulls – it’s a scary fairytale
If you ascribe to me some kind of deity
And offer that which cannot belong to me
You’ve sold your soul for pennies – and on the bill of sale
Less-than-happy terms – I’m food for worms – a scary fairytale
Once upon a time, Mary had a lamb
You led it to the slaughter – it wasn’t worth a damn
Not like magic beans or golden eggs, or a so-called holy grail
It’s sad but true – your scary fairytale
In a flurry, you scurry to Hermes
You prefer Jupiter or Lucifer
If one of us is Zeus, why not Father Time or Mother Goose
and all of us judge, jury, and executioner?