I used to think that every year as I got younger and younger, they... would take a share of my care off my shoulders. But the years go hurrying by and I'm worrying just the same...

What d'you hold holy ?
Where is your base ?
Who is your model ?

My hunting-gun idle
till autumn arrives,
I languish struggling with
these and like.

Love thy neighbour ?
Sing glory to life ?
And what if I'm unable
to sing or to love ?

Protect the weak ?
Contain the strong ?
What if I can't ?
What if I won't ?

I'm lost and I'm bogged,
I cannot see straight.
I've no faith in God or Satan.
Only look at all the horrible's
in the dessert of the Islamic
World...