God is alive; Magic is afoot  God is alive; Magic is afoot  God is afoot; Magic is alive  Alive is afoot.  Magic never died.    God never sickened;   Many poor men lied  Many sick men lied   Magic never weakened  Magic never hid  Magic always ruled  God is afoot  God never died.    God was ruler  Though his funeral lengthened  Though his mourners thickened  Magic never fled  Though his shrouds were hoisted  The naked God did live  Though his words were twisted  The naked Magic thrived  Though his death was published  Round and round the world   The heart did not believe    Many hurt men wondered  Many struck men bled  Magic never faltered  Magic always led.  Many stones were rolled  But God would not lie down  Many wild men lied  Many fat men listened  Though they offered stones  Magic still was fed  Though they locked their coffers  God was always served.    Magic is afoot. God rules.   Alive is afoot. Alive is in command.  Many weak men hungered  Many strong men thrived  Though they boasted solitude  God was at their side  Nor the dreamer in his cell  Nor the captain on the hill  Magic is alive  Though his death was pardoned  Round and round the world  The heart did not believe.    Though laws were carved in marble  They could not shelter men  Though altars built in parliaments  They could not order men  Police arrested Magic  And Magic went with them,  For Magic loves the hungry.    But Magic would not tarry  It moves from arm to arm  It would not stay with them  Magic is afoot  It cannot come to harm  It rests in an empty palm  It spawns in an empty mind  But Magic is no instrument  Magic is the end.    Many men drove Magic  But Magic stayed behind  Many strong men lied  They only passed through Magic  And out the other side  Many weak men lied  They came to God in secret  And though they left him nourished  They would not tell who healed  Though mountains danced before them  They said that God was dead  Though his shrouds were hoisted  The naked God did live    This I mean to whisper to my mind  This I mean to laugh with in my mind  This I mean my mind to serve 'til  Service is but Magic  Moving through the world  And mind itself is Magic  Coursing through the flesh  And flesh itself is Magic  Dancing on a clock  And time itself the magic length of God