Inculcated, indoctrinated,
they hide in their great lair
in blinding fear of what's outside
they don't go anywhere
The Prophet once had told them,
there's lightning in the sky
at any time it comes to kill you
and only I know why
Huddle near, blessed children,
close your eyes, it'll be alright
Don't watch the things I'm doing
I'll try to keep them out of sight
Some say I control the Weather
but you know it isn't true
I summon all my powers
and what I have I give to you
I don't make that fearsome lightning,
it comes from up above
and the only way I can fight it
is with the power of your love
Huddle near, blessed children,
close your eyes, it'll be alright
Don't watch the things I'm doing
I'll try to keep them out of sight
Poem from the late Reverend Silas T Sasquatch who was also noted for "The Lonely Seagull Song" which he proudly offered as the worst song ever recorded.
Ed: how did he die?
He was giving one of his legendary sermons and he got so full of himself he exploded.
they hide in their great lair
in blinding fear of what's outside
they don't go anywhere
The Prophet once had told them,
there's lightning in the sky
at any time it comes to kill you
and only I know why
Huddle near, blessed children,
close your eyes, it'll be alright
Don't watch the things I'm doing
I'll try to keep them out of sight
Some say I control the Weather
but you know it isn't true
I summon all my powers
and what I have I give to you
I don't make that fearsome lightning,
it comes from up above
and the only way I can fight it
is with the power of your love
Huddle near, blessed children,
close your eyes, it'll be alright
Don't watch the things I'm doing
I'll try to keep them out of sight
Poem from the late Reverend Silas T Sasquatch who was also noted for "The Lonely Seagull Song" which he proudly offered as the worst song ever recorded.
Ed: how did he die?
He was giving one of his legendary sermons and he got so full of himself he exploded.
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