Baruch Ha-Shem
I give praise for the clarity
I give praise for the haze cleared
From my way that was scaring me
Must I pray for the Pharisees
That have spake these disparaging
Phrases that they baked in the flames
Of insincerity
Baruch Ha-Shem
I thank thee for the discipline
Frankly the decision to
Defang these that are slithering
Was withering my brain
To the angriest embitterment
Envisioning the danger
I came to reconsider it
Baruch Ha-Shem
Condemn not my iniquities
Then God, I wish to be
Cleansed, washed, and forgiven
Beget not a head
With depressed thoughts and lividity
Til you have ridden me
Of incensed plots of a killing spree
Baruch Ha-Shem
Bereave my hands of malice
Let peace flow from my chalice
And lead me from their palaces
To be with thee in piety
Freed from my greedy Phallus's
Plea to form a callus
And restored from imbalances
Baruch Ha-Shem
The seams of this world are erupting with evil
Demons put foghorns in the steeples
God mourns for his people
Though the brain of a Nietzsche would hope in vain to delete the religious existence
I believe that the line between humankind and beasts
Is defined by that very insistence
Baruch Ha-Shem
Now I have witnessed the split in the sky
All of your chariots bearing their lariats
Snaring nefarious spirits for the will of Adonai
Huh
Forbidden to godless eyes
Huh
I will not battle with flesh, sabers rattled and yet
Now my paddle will press to waters
And distance me from my pride
Baruch Ha-Shem
I exclaim from the summit
When I'm in the valley
I know you are saving me From it
Praise to the son that you gave
That one day will be coming again
And from his blade
All that spread pain will be running
Baruch Ha-Shem
My confusion was rooted
In the illusion that a man
Can pick and choose
From different schools of belief
To take the word and improve it
Oh I was foolish
To think that and speak
It was rooted in hubris
Baruch Ha-Shem
Cause When you pick as you please
You invite the guidance of men
That are sick and diseased
How they'll trick and deceive
Til you're hitched to the beast
And you're justifying ugliness
You wish to believe
Baruch Ha-Shem
With these gifts I am spoiled
To repay my many debts
I will repent and I'll toil
My descent from the royal
Will see me bent in a coil
That will spring me to your kingdom
When I'm sent to the soil
Amen