I don't need God's mercy
if I have yours.
Bring home the anchor.
I don't need God's help
if I have yours.
Hoist the sail.
I don't need God's love
if I have yours.
Bring her about.
It doesn't matter if it is God's will
it won't happen unless it's your will.
Sheet home.
"We failed because it wasn't God's plan for us."
Bullshit.
We dropped the ball.
Steady.
Heal the Earth,
heal the people,
feed them,
clothe them,
house them,
give them peace,
give them just laws,
give them leaders they can respect,
give them productive labor,
give them honor for their sacrifices,
give them songs,
a place to dance, a place to play, a place to dream,
love them.
We sail away on Eve's Only Hope.
Stow your hammock and pull on that rope.
It only rhymed once, but it'll do.
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