There is no god and I am his messenger
The heavens beneath my feet
While I sit astride the moving earth
Ever whole and complete
I will blaspheme five times a day
In whichever direction I choose
All the pleasures of life come readily
Why should I refuse
Now charity, it stands alone
In being safe from my arrows
But I refuse it as an order
Its just a part of what man owes
When it comes to fasting, I don’t know
The starving are much better at it I admit
If it brings you closer to god
Its in the same way death gets you to commit
I’ve gone on many a pilgrimage
To people full of forbidden fruit
To libraries full of knowledge
It’s a much more rewarding pursuit