Judgement


 
Turning on a spit…
Don’t forget to save a hit…
For the child inside a pit…
All alone without a bit…
of strength with which to split…
Extra words of twisted wit…
For the king and all his shit…
And all the things that make us quit…
The transcendental seizure fit…
A flight bound to slip…
Through a dimensionary tsunami of love.

Oh the judgment of God…
will be harsh… will be swift.
Movin’ down through the stratosphere…
to the folly of man. And we…
the righteous agents of God…
have got to face the awesome truth… 
Sometimes redemption requires discipline.

The stone will roll…
And mockingbirds will toll…
For whom the bell sings droll…
simple steps on patrol…
Where kindness creates a hole…
Where blackness takes the soul…
Where winding river’s scroll…
Through the universal hole…
For jesters to control…
The ultimate goal…
Unleash the earthquakes of war.

Oh the judgment of God…
will be harsh… will be swift.
Movin’ down through the stratosphere…
to the folly of man. And we…
the righteous agents of God…
have got to face the awesome truth… 
Sometimes redemption requires discipline.

I AM the dark tower of gold…
I AM the story told…
to children eons old…
For withered words sold…
masses follow pipers told…
Firebirds dripping droppings bold…
Mean sharing bounty cold…
Cash drawn from workers hold…
Power in their hands… sight behold…
The miracle of ONE voice ONE indivisible fold…
Of labor to the power of all but none as the
random judgment of GOD.

…the judgment of God…
will be harsh… will be swift.
Movin’ down through the stratosphere…
to the folly of man. And we…
the righteous agents of God…
have got to face the awesome truth… 
Sometimes redemption requires discipline.

“I’ll see you on the other side
of the judgement of God.”

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The Thread


 
The town crier sent a message to the priest. Said he could not escape… said he couldn’t believe… the things he saw… the things he did… the nightmares in his head… the trouble.

The priest wrote back and began the thread. Said, try to relax… calm your noisy head. Said, all this has happened before… the corruption and the war. Exploitation… degradation… the slaughter of the innocents… it’s all gonna happen again.

again
…again
……again
………again

The walrus sent a message to his generals. Said, send those dirty bastards down a fiery hole. Don’t hesitate… don’t make me wait. These are evil people… smite their bodies to the floor.

The general wrote back… and advanced the thread. Said try to think about this with a cooler head. Said, all this has happened before. The trouble and the war. The encroachment of the enemy… the brave heroes lost… it don’t have to happen again.

again
…again
……again
………again

But all along the world wide web… the words contained in the tiniest thread… stitch a patch quilt picture of truth… from Ramallah to the Hague… from Berlin to Jerusalem… from sea to shining sea… from the barrio to the penthouse suite…

What does it say about you?
What does it say about me?
What will it say about us?

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