"Freely" by Bobby Torpey

Just freely associating non-freedom,
Just freely believing unbelievers.

Just freely hating lovers,
Of the love;
Of the Lord;
Of the in love;
Of the unloved.

Hate love, love hating;
Hate hating, love loving;
Lover hating hate love loving;
Hater loved hated love making.

Just freely live;
Dying.
Just freely die;
Living.

Just freely associating,
Die livers living,
Or live dyers dying,
Or dead lived die

To live and die,
To love and to hate,
These are real in our hearts,
And nothing else.

Quiet offend, people alive;
Live lives, quiet dead.

And a great few lovers
Are haters of love, and lovers of hate.

Right to write,
Night to write in the moonlight;
Of the sky and the Heavens.

Right to non-right;
Non-right to light;
Of the darkness in the Earth;
And the Hell of suffering.

Mad Leroy in the moonlight.
Spewing of the guts;
Playing in the heart;
Laying out a deal;
Spying of the mind;
Betraying out the soul;
Dealing good for the evil.

Lover of the hater.
Joker of the stealer.
Liar of the truther.
Chooser of the beginner.
Hater of the lover.

"God's Song" By Bobby Torpey

The priestess in the chapel
And her trembling hands;
And her enchanted eyes;
And her enraptured soul;
And the sight of her weakened body
As it sank to the floor...
And the sight of stunned onlookers seeing
In their eyes, a victim;
But in her own eyes,
In her own soul,
Her being was drawn
To a more liberating vision;
it was the presence of the lord...

The law was never passed,
The sin was never committed,
But, somehow, all the Earth seems locked
In hatred's squalid Dance of Death.

No one was saved,
No one was found.

But our savior is already within us.
He dwealeth in silence;
Awaiting the sound.
He stayeth in secret;
Losing himself,
In order to be found.

He stays in the womb of our souls,
Awaiting the birth of our hearts...