The Moon

Rising majestically from beneath the clouds,
To accentuate the beauty of the sky,
With a yellow light that transcends the vicinity,
And glowing like the light of a million bulbs.
If anyone ever ask you what this is,
Tell them, it is 'Night's Groom'.

The Wajetis' Lord's Prayer

Our father in the sky,
Praise be unto you.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done below, as above.
Give us this day our private jets.
And forgive us our crimes, as we forgive those who don't pay their tithes.
And lead us not into damnation,
But shield us from the Eagle's eye.
For yours are the institutions that spins out the dough.