I go in sorrow to my grave

On limbs heavy, broken, weighed

The prophet's gods my soul to save

With angry love and pockets paid


I go in joy unto my god

Unto my goddess--kindness, love

A journey long, strayed from the rod

Its iron lies shown, broken, sung


I go in peace unto my grave

On limbs light, mended, airy with love

Though prophets screaming, ranting, rave

My goddess waits in summerland above



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