I’ve had a friend like you before, fair and tall and oh so good with people
She would take my hand and skip along, be my confidant. I would give her my humor and my time.
That’s how we grew up: best friends.
Along the way a little sale went up and she was bought with the devil’s grin
And though the time passes there she remains enchanted by the spells of money and fame
Away away our friendship went not because she hated me but because she hated God
She told me with these last words that our friendship would burn with her in hell
“You and I only know each other because of this church. Sun Myung Moon. We are not friends.”
I honestly hope you’ll leave the carnival before time runs out on the devil’s ferris wheel.