Welcome, wanderer, to my little earth
of which I am the center
It’s the world I’ve perceived as flat
and enunciated a grand reality
Pay heed, you shall, to my good Lord
May you believe in Him or not
For He loves the one whose mind is closed
And smites the sage who questions
Our Rules are higher and must be followed
By believer and scoffer alike
My Flat Earth has no room for freedom
Your speech, your thoughts..unwelcome
My Flat Earth breeds an oblivious race
Who see naught beyond the edges
Here you are me, and they are us
Hence our voice alone matters
Behold the meadows of the Flat Earth
How they glisten in the Godly sun
The poppies of faith alone shall blossom
And logic shall wither and die
Vex me not with your notion of curves
For my faith shall never waver
Bless them, Lord, who shut their eyes
and muddy the pools of wisdom
Let not the notion hold its ground
In the court of horrid reality
For if we’re all the centers of surface
The where be my supremacy?
So come hither, traveler!
Drink from my goblet, ignorance at its finest!
Eat from the cornucopia, the fruits of fear!
Their rivers of logic shall flow in vain
For my Lord, the Blackmailer..
Confirms a fiery retribution for the preacher of rationality!