psalm XXIII

your lord is your shepherd (baaaaa)
you shall not want (he tells you what to do & you do it)
he lies you down in green pastures (sloppy lawn sex & bestiality)
he leads you alongside the water (as if you needed help in doing so)
he restores your soul (not hard to replenish something that never existed to begin with)
he leads you down a path of righteousness in
his name’s sake (to go down any other path would force you to think for yourself, how convenient that a fictional character was mustered up prior to your birth so you would have a path of righteousness to be spit out blindly into without a thought or a breath sounded otherwise) &
yes,
though you walk through a valley in the shadow of death (human existence which is not always peaches n’ cream)
you will fear no evil (evil is bred in your self-righteousness):
for your creation is with you,
disciplined daily by the rod &
brainwashed to brandish the staff in relentless war in
his name
your lord prepares a meal for the morning after (how he treats his concubines)
your cup runs over with goodness & mercy
if you believe it does &
all the days of your life will be tainted with what others may not want in their own lives,
but you will insist is the norm
perpetuating your character forever
until that day when our species stops singing songs
and starts dealing with its own problems together
without the want to be a slave.