Not His Zoo; Not His Monkeys

Mahadev loves his wild things

He's been holding them in a pressure cooker

Ready to release along with his best wine

Like tenderised meat and skins for holding the latter rain,

When he blasts away at the encroaching pain

Toward the end of the game

With healing in his wings and shots poured out on the guilty

You'll be astounded when you see the light in those you had judged filthy

Your righteousness is a greasy rag

You think your so darn better

But if you only knew how the hearts'll appear when there's a change in weather

A wind picks up and begins to blow and soon it will pass over

And the sins will be exposed that are under everyone's nose;

It'll be too late to duck for cover

Do not be offended when the rules of man (already bent) are bended

And the systems in your golden cash cow no longer work anymore

Even I have no idea what a massive mind-fuck God has in store

So keep on pushing those buttons of injustice and inequity

Carry on polluting a home that isn't yours

But swallow it to the dregs on that day

When it doesn't sprinkle; it pours

When you're presented with your chosen cup of destiny