I can see this crystal clear lake,
Like a tear from God's Own Eye,
I can feel this chilling wind,
Like Adam's first breath,
The flowers smell like orange blossom,
Eve's sweet scented perfumes,
And the crickets chirp, frogs sing bass,
A gentle soft rock,
The stars are pinned to the sky,
All the creatures of the forest,
Sit around the lake of life and listen,
To their tales from ages gone by,
But wait,
There's a man,
Dressed in the colour of the devil's blood,
The animals scatter,
The sky turns dim and a smoke covers the stars,
He calls for his logger buddies,
With a gleam in his eye he dives into the lake,
He stabs the earth,
It bleeds the colour of death,
And the crickets die,
The flowers wilt,
The wind storms up,
And God weeps up a storm of rage,
The Devil walks away,
A bucket in his hand,
His job is complete,
Now I understand,
