Pray Not For Me                                                 
  
  
   Pray not for me, O child of lamb and tomb          
   For I have found a path I love          
   Reborn through the Mother's womb.          
  
   I have no need for crown of thorns          
   or grail for dripping blood        
   to let me know I'll be reborn.          
  
   Pray not for me, O child of rack and boot          
   for you have wandered far, my friend,          
   from your once well-grounded roots.          
  
   How must that wise young healer-sage          
   be wracked with guilt and shame          
   to see the bloody travesties          
   pursued in his own name          
  
   An unfair fate I think, my friend          
   for a youth so filled with love          
   to be invoked by twisted fiends          
   mere vultures to his dove          
  
   So pray not for me, O child of Peter and Paul          
   seek not to convert me, I shall not heed your call         
   too many of my forebears bowed down at point of sword       
   for me to ever bow down willingly before your jealous Lord.        
          
   So let us walk our own paths and go our ways, my friend,        
   and let the days of rope and pyre be now at their end.
   let not intolerance and anger light the awful flames again.
  
   Pray not for me, O child of lamb and tomb,
   for I have found a path I love,
   Reborn through the Mother's womb.