The self-appointed godhead, what can I say?
He lost his mind the other day,
Or should I say, a long time ago
When a’hunting he did go
To find the truth to set him free,
When he should have let it be.

The Word so easy to misconstrue
Was spoken in secret to just a few.
A tiny voice came forward one day,
And whispered “Savior, show me the way.”
He took the job and ran the course,
But it became a show of force.

“Lord, speak to me, what do I do?
We shot some agents, just a few.
You told me to.   I heard you well.
I didn’t want to go to Hell,
But now it seems it’s where I’m at.
The compound has become just that.

My wives and children are in distress.
I think that I have made a mess.
Your voice to me was once so sweet,
But now it’s the Devil that I meet.
Inside my head, the thunder rolls,
And close by the death bell tolls.

I’ve held them off the best I could
In the name of brotherhood.
I know I’m right to feel this way.
You made it clear the other day,
And as I lay me down to sleep,
I count the heads of my dead sheep.”