Flowers and Fluff
(To those who say, "Gloom and Doom,...we will not listen!")


Happy, happy, fuzzy and warm
Wake us not with sounds of alarm

Peace and safety, asleep in our beds
We will not listen to warnings and dread

Send us prophets who speak only nice
Feed us with candy, sugar and spice

Truth doesn't matter, tickle our ears
Give us our bottle, powder our rears

Lord bring us flowers, our pillows do fluff
We choose to follow the fantasy stuff

Visions of sugar-plums dance in our heads
We will not listen, what this one has said;...



Says the Lord,...
"If the little worms knew that the carcass that they feed upon was about to be thrown onto the fire, they would cry out for mercy.
The rotting corpse of religion will be burned in the fire, and I will scatter their ashes to the wind."