Malaysia Pagan Network

Pele,
I know you
Volcanic Goddess
cursing audiences
who wish only for
your rocks. They
hate you. Hate
your power which
burns the burning
of all burning.

You bitter.
You Christian bitter.
You Raped.
You Pillaged within.
I know you.
Your music
speaks scorn.
Your lyrics
speaks desire.

I know you've
found your Jesus Christ,
your queen who lives
not within the
heart of cereal bibles
and you tell me
about it...
share the gospel...
how's she doing?
How's salvation in her?
how's she doing?
How's salvation in her?

Pele,
naked you're a beauty.
Spit that spite.
Spit that spite.
Can you? Can you buy
a plastic Jesus from
the Jesuits again?
Spit that spite.
Spit that spite.
I know your mother,
she's my mother too.
So's she Jesus'
can you love your
brother? Pele.
Love your brother
with a fiery heart.

I know you, Pele.
consume the fire.
Let it taste of
love, like those
ding-dongs from
holy spirits. And
from drinking high.
And be not so bitter.
They are afterall
sleeping cocoon.
Baby-like fish
swimming about
the large lake.
Consume not the lake
it's your baby.
Pele I know you,
you're a mother.
You're a great mother.

Written by Lynn Firestar