Come with me now, Come with me now and learn what needs be learned, Come with me now and see what I see, Come with me now and learn the true true story, Come with me now. Stay close, Dont wander, Dont fret, The road is not long, But it is narrow, But do not fret follow me, And I will lead thee. Follow me and I will protect thee, Follow me and We will learn from he, He who is yahwe, He who is he who has no name, He who is three in one. Whole and divine, Follow close now, Dont fret, Close your eyes, Dont worry I'll take you right to him, Count to ten with me.
One..It's okay I'm here,
Two...It's okay your father well meet you soon,
~Click~ - What was that? -
Three...Nothing it's nothing just a little breeze,
Four.....Hold on now keep your eyes closed,
Five...Almost there. ~Click~
- Did something just poke me? -
Six....Just a bug dont worry I took it off,
Seven...Trust me. - Okay I do. -
Eight...Are you ready?
Nine..- I am. - -I..dont think I want this. -
Ten...It's okay it will be over soon.
My View:
This poem is meant to poke at the religious zealots that commit suicide,and their 'flock' i.e. the people that follow along blinded by religious fervor.
The first 'click' was the ammo thingy-me-bob(this is a word..maybe..not really)
The second 'click' was the hammer of the pistol being manually pulled back
This one isn't so cryptic but I though I'd add this in to explain some parts
