Eulogy and Light

Our father which art on Wall Street

Honored be thy buck

Thy kingdom came, this be thy year

From sea to shining sea

Thou givest me false pride, funked down by the riverside

From every head and ass may dollars flow

Give us this pay, our daily bread

Forgive us our goofs as we rob from each other

He maketh me to sell dope to small children

For thou art evil and we adore thee

Thy destruction and thy power, they comfort me

My Cadillac and my pinky ring, they restoreth me in thee

Yeah, though I walk through the valley of the shadow

Of poverty, I must feel their envy

For I am loaded, high and all those other goodies

That go along with the good God, big buck

To your horse a [Incomprehensible] grows there

Ahead in time, the unexpected

Soul-searching beam of the strobe

But now, the stairway looms and as I rise

The cries of kittens, gray, make way

For there, now near, here now, gone, alone

I feel my wrist, it flicks the switch

No lights reveal the room or me

She sees, then panics, grabs a light

I scream, silent comforts that are not heard

I panic, for I have not said a word

Hysteria holds the room in sway

I back away I run, I back away to hide

From what? From fear? The truth, the light?

Is truth the light?