
rayc
retroreprobate
The 1st couple of stanzas of a song popped into my head.
Thematically & stylistically it's not in my backyard but I decided to sit down & see where they lead. The following came pretty much to my finger tips as I typed:
Now Kane said unto Able
Hey come out to the stable
There’s something there you need to see.
So they walked out together
Just talkin’ ‘bout the weather
Just one was coming home for tea.
The lessons that they teach us
Is goodness will not reach us
And if it does it matters not
‘Cause the power that will be
Calls the shots and it is we
Who are canon fodder for the plot.
Lot said unto his missus
Forget about the dishes
Grab the girls: the time’s come to bolt.
They got out of the city
She said it is a pity
Then turned her head & turned to salt.
The lessons that they teach us
Is goodness will not reach us
Intentions matter not a jot
That’s because the Holy Sea
Calls the shots and it is we
Who beget what we had long forgot.
Old Noah had to build it
And by twos then he filled it
Before the rain became a flood.
Oh, but if they weren’t his kin
Well he wouldn’t let them in
He left ‘em fighting in the mud.
The lessons that these teach us
Is goodness will not reach us
Goodness has finally lost the plot
‘Cause the power’s in the hands
Of the one who makes demands
We are left behind to die & rot.
Abraham said unto Zac
Let’s walk up on the goat track
I feel the need to pay a price.
He built a little pyre
And set the wood to fire
Prepared to make the sacrifice.
The lessons that these teach us
Is goodness will not reach us
Not even through a prime time slot
It’s coded in transmissions
Infallible decisions
What the dish catches is all we’ve got
Any thoughts?
Thematically & stylistically it's not in my backyard but I decided to sit down & see where they lead. The following came pretty much to my finger tips as I typed:
Now Kane said unto Able
Hey come out to the stable
There’s something there you need to see.
So they walked out together
Just talkin’ ‘bout the weather
Just one was coming home for tea.
The lessons that they teach us
Is goodness will not reach us
And if it does it matters not
‘Cause the power that will be
Calls the shots and it is we
Who are canon fodder for the plot.
Lot said unto his missus
Forget about the dishes
Grab the girls: the time’s come to bolt.
They got out of the city
She said it is a pity
Then turned her head & turned to salt.
The lessons that they teach us
Is goodness will not reach us
Intentions matter not a jot
That’s because the Holy Sea
Calls the shots and it is we
Who beget what we had long forgot.
Old Noah had to build it
And by twos then he filled it
Before the rain became a flood.
Oh, but if they weren’t his kin
Well he wouldn’t let them in
He left ‘em fighting in the mud.
The lessons that these teach us
Is goodness will not reach us
Goodness has finally lost the plot
‘Cause the power’s in the hands
Of the one who makes demands
We are left behind to die & rot.
Abraham said unto Zac
Let’s walk up on the goat track
I feel the need to pay a price.
He built a little pyre
And set the wood to fire
Prepared to make the sacrifice.
The lessons that these teach us
Is goodness will not reach us
Not even through a prime time slot
It’s coded in transmissions
Infallible decisions
What the dish catches is all we’ve got
Any thoughts?