Carter*, The Immortal Martyr

Once upon a time there was a fellow named Carter
whose convictions were so you would think him a martyr
For ever since the poor lad was small
the world did treat him as it would a doll (for voodoo, that is)
 
You see, it didn't matter the latest convention
If Carter were 'round, he never failed to mention
the most slightest hint of immorality
and this did indeed, feed their brutality
 
So as they'd punch and kick and burn asunder
and all this pain made Carter wonder
'Wow, am I so far from this world
or mayhap I'm just like this world
and yet nothing seems to phase me
as it's they who seem quite crazy'
 
As they crack and break and crush me bones
I dance to all the merry tones
of snapping skeleton, no matter
granulated seeds shall scatter
 
All throughout both time and space
and this is how we start the race
to rise above such empty nonsense
.... I was here before y'all made this
 
Round and round and back again
Follow This -- The Way -- Within
Glad to lend a hand and starter
They call me Carter, The immortal martyr

* {Carter is actually the illegitimate bastard son of the great George Washington; conceived during the celebration directly after the victory of the War for Independence by a fine Irish lass that just so happened to take his fancy.  He was kept secret from historians and raised in the hemp fields of the Founding Fathers.  And still he walks amongst us today; fighting evil whenever he meets it.}