A little tune to hum as one joins those marching back into the Dark Ages
We are as Adam was: too willful, sinners in His
Eyes, and, therefore, now deprived of grace,
And this is why we suffer so, in debt and sorrow,
Losing wars and livelihoods, our Eden being fenced
From us. Our only hope is to return to righteousness,
The pastor says. The acts of those who've sinned
Must be repudiated, every one. The Sodomites
Are to be stoned, and Ham's descendents chained
Again, and every Eve must follow every word which
Every chastened Adam utters, and the Caesars in
Our midst must get from us what they are due,
And, once our world's set aright, the grace of God
Will be returned, at least, to us, the pale and male,
Who are, the pastor says, His chosen few.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2012-06-03 at 13:34
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Sinners Repent!
God's grace ebbs. That's what the pastor says.We are as Adam was: too willful, sinners in His
Eyes, and, therefore, now deprived of grace,
And this is why we suffer so, in debt and sorrow,
Losing wars and livelihoods, our Eden being fenced
From us. Our only hope is to return to righteousness,
The pastor says. The acts of those who've sinned
Must be repudiated, every one. The Sodomites
Are to be stoned, and Ham's descendents chained
Again, and every Eve must follow every word which
Every chastened Adam utters, and the Caesars in
Our midst must get from us what they are due,
And, once our world's set aright, the grace of God
Will be returned, at least, to us, the pale and male,
Who are, the pastor says, His chosen few.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
Read 24 times
Written on 2012-06-03 at 13:34
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