Beltane? 

Or is it,

Sorry,

Burn in

Helltane?

Looks like my kinda

Party, but you can not have 

Your lake of fire and eat it,

Too.

You have to choose.

Put on your

Shoes, God is leading the 

Way.

A pillar of moonlight shines before us.

I can already hear the song

Bird

Chorus.

I lost myself in the holy forest,

And came face-to-face 

With the ground we

Supposedly 

Stand on.

It isn't solid.

It isn't right.

There is nothing holding us up, nothing 

Visible.

Our pride is a Ponzi scheme.

The dividends of human righteousness are as candy wrappers and empty

Cans along the highway.

Adopt A Highway To Hell, the sign 

Reads.

This mile is for sale.

You can have it for free.

You already own it.

Who wants to buy it?

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