Fantasy with a Dead Serpent (1975)

Saw a boy standing under the Bodhi tree

Eating curious fruit that really wasn't there

And he enjoyed what couldn't possibly be

As if it wasn't an apple, maybe a pear

I watched him brush his long, silky black hair

And the sun was bright and the air was clear

His body was naked and nothing did he wear

The garden was quiet but not free from fear

The temples were few and the gods were many

A kingdom of smiling faces and empty promises

Their value was worth not more than a penny

And I saw the crucified laid upon their crosses

Suddenly he turned observing me in the trees

And like some lustful sin approaching

I could feel myself dropping to my knees

In awe of what was encroaching

Like the little boys that walk your street

Ignoring your daughters and corrupting your sons

An infestation among those you meet

That is seeking joyless pleasure in each one

As he comes a little closer to you

The sky will turn black and vegetation will die

A danger holding evil that thus will ensue

Turning filthy laughter into horrible cries

You seem to like the paradise you are in

It's gone with a creator that has no name

He spread the lust the preachers call sin

Achieving his fortune by losing his fame

It is a fantasy with a dead serpent

That is crawling to a nowhere place

Is there anything in what was meant

To turn paradise into a disgrace?