The West

Come rest your soul in my meadow.
Take tradition and let it go.
The rules and hierarchy are
burning away like a cigar.
My grass is a much brighter green
My water much more pure and clean
With me, live however you please.
Love is easy, life a breeze.
Why oh why should we struggle?
Why on earth should we juggle,
old fashioned morality
when it lacks practicality?
You need not change your lifestyle,
just rest in my field and smile!
You need not offend a single soul,
just make blithe your single goal.
Why follow a Sheppard strict?
Who among us wants a Christ that kicked
down the sellers stand, and stood
above a system that lacked any good?
I'm Christianity in the West.
Of any heist in history I'm best.
Did I take Christ from Christians? No.
I've taken Christians from Christ, ever slow.

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