#20 The Narrow Way
Worry not yourself to think.
So difficult is reason.
Stay happy on the Narrow Way -
to deviate is treason.
That weight you shoulder - pray it gone.
It grows no lighter, say you?
Fie! To introspect too close
shows lack of faith in Deu.
The Narrow Way is scaffolded
by complex systems, so profound,
such mysteries cannot be solved -
Ah, from the wide and brimstoned way
you say you, better, see?
Climb up, my child - don't play the fool,
live, look, act, walk, pray just like me.
Of course, though, you could only wish
to have my holiness, my power.
Oh well. Climb up! Pick up that cross.
You'll grow more me-like by the hour.
But you can't work with such a weight -
I see. But try to understand -
it's not about the work you love,
it's all about the work I've planned.
Off the Narrow Way, I dive.
Down falls the cross. There goes the stone.
And saints to cinders - glorified.
My open eyes cast light upon
the way of reason