By Times gone-by in the past

Never was there a notion

Not by slightest motion

Of which could Forever outlast

By whence came someone

The First Fool

The First Priest

Preceded by the First Command.

The God in Your Head,

Not quite as good as dead,

But lingering on and forevermore trapped

In the Hearts and Minds of the hopeful and broken,

For the very purpose of keeping them that way…

By Lightning Bolt or by Heavy Hammer,

By Pestilence, or by Purge or by Purgatory,

By Reincarnation, Resurrection or Revelation,

Wish for all you want, and

Pray for all you want…

It’s all in Your Head.