Ah, so you desire to inquire on how to get your spirit to fly ever higher?

Such wisdom isn’t sold to the highest buyer;

No, rather, send your soul into the purifier —

There might you discover a spiritual fire,

That will protect you from all worldly liars —

All of its different “gurus for hire” —

Of conmen I’ve grown so tired —

Our spiritual crisis grows so dire —

I’m going mad, a real live wire —

Oh my dear, give me your ear and hear my words most sincere: steer clear of those who may feed on your fear, selling lies, evil profiteers,

From your heart, may the damned be banned, the ignorant minds I just can’t stand, awfully in need of reprimand, but over ears are clasped hands —

Look at this world, all its land. Could not any of this have been planned? Certainly there must be some sort of hidden hand, pulling strings on each and every atom and grain of sand —

Take this into account every time your faith runs out, may those divine whispers within turn into shouts, trickles of wisdom into glorious founts, washing away each and every shred of doubt —