Just a long piece of fabric.
Now I would probably get tortured for it,
In an afterlife, where nanak doesn't tress pass,
Were all My deeds I did while I was sikh,
Is all but evidence stacked up against Me,
All the selfless service,
Became such a waste of time for Me,
O why did I do it, Why didn't I ever notice the granthi (sikh version of a priest),
Pick pocketing the folly people, walking to say hi to the guru,
O why O why,
What felt like duty, did I even worship out of love?
Is all but regrets and mistakes,
How one day I felt sure I was a sikh,
Then the next, felt like a fake, why did I bother wrapping a cloth around Me,
Then people don't get it, they act like My life's meaning was for some mislabeled book,
O the religion that "gives" people comfort,
My freedom it took,
O it says its against tyranny,
Yet the muslim god is the same as a sikh's,
O I banish nanak,
Away from Me, Away from Me,
O people don't understand Me,
They think Ive got it wrong,
But where I'm going after Life,
Is a house,
With no folly folk.
I banish Folk folly.
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