To reject superstition
must I allow there is no just world
pity my poor cranium
against that blank brick wall I heaved and hurled
am I an unrefined hick
can't fathom justice not delivered from on high
and injustice is manifest
and our ideals seem twelve times further than the sky
the worm turns again
move fool I used to think it mattered which way
another purge of the system
and all superstitious it is for a fresh start I'll pray