Dogma

Dancing your jig in colorful array;

Like the barbarous, natural way.

Swaying to the sound of my many voices

Screeching, hissing, pounding, so boisterous.

I am speaking, you must hear!


I’m the one who knows the way!

All roads point to me, not thee, oh don’t go away.

I am speaking, you must hear!
Swirl swirl, jig a de jig.

I strike a pose, look at me! 
Can’t you plainly see?

Listen to me, I will make you hear

I will scream and scream in your ears.

Go ahead, I say, and swirl in the sound of many voices;

Dance the dance of death.