don't pray for me

when the thieves pray for more loot,
who can hear them?
in heaven or in hell?

let the wind know, let the wind know
if you forget your name
the wind will still blow your thoughts away

when the whores pray for more wages,
who can hear them?
whose job is it to care?

in heaven or in hell?

let the clouds know, let the clouds know
if you forget your name
the rain will wet your hair anyway

please, love me not

the teddy bears and dolls are all asleep now
this factory of dreams is a delusion
there is no path through the house of terrors
the neon signs were all lying

tell me what pay is worth
playing a nameless agent
a role with so many angry lines
in a play called "I wish I were rich"
befriended and adored only by
the three-headed snake of familiar spirit?

[weeping is heard in the clouds
but the streets are dry]

please, love me not

when the hands tired of work
and hearts hardened by adversity
rise in thanksgiving prayer
why is the snake still speaking?

please don't tell me your name
don't ask me for my money
i am just a grape picker
and the season just started

[how do you deem the True Vine
fruitful in vain
and let the prickly wild rose
bear its flaming fruit year round?]

i am not worthy of your attention
please, know me not