Songs of Saints and Sinners

Carry on My Wayward Son

But who prays for Satan? Who in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most, our one fellow and brother who most needed a friend yet had not a single one, the one sinner among us all who had the highest and clearest right to every Christian's daily and nightly prayers, for the plain and unassailable reason that his was the first and greatest need, he being among sinners the supremest? - Mark Twain

Some Father you were to me,

When you punish a moment of rebellion for eternity,

He who lived independently,

Pridefully,

Free,

Then imprisoned me eternally.

You beget another Child after me,

How cruel art thee?

To impregnate your own daughter,

Then take that Son to the slaughter?

You are all powerful yet my brothers and sisters blame me,

You lie that all their suffering comes from thee

But famine, war and disease come from Ye,

We're a screwed up family.

I shall not knee to you again, nor lose sleep,

For it is better to have lived a day as a lion than live a thousand years as a sheep.

I am not returning to your service, you won't get to ring that bell.

I find it better not to serve in Heaven but to reign in Hell!