Song of the free

Yea though I walk through the vale of death

I will fear no evil

I have no rod and no staff to comfort me.

Yet will I lay me down in green pastures
  and find the still waters.

I acknowledge no master,
  nor have knowledge of
  any god, devil, or spirit.

I do not bend before the fury of the winds of the day,
  nor do I bow or break before the storm.

I seek not solace in dreams of heaven,
I do not fear the depths of hell,
nor the dull joylessness of purgatory,
for I have known them all.

I pay homage to no prince nor power,
nor worship gods or demons.

Neither do I claim deification
or pride of place.
I claim, only,
to be myself.