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2014-02-15 | |
"In the beginning, god..."
I don't care if you believe or not.
I don't... care.
Let's just pretend we do... care.
So high above or below,
From the magnificence of his solitude,
He creates all angels.
All good, all wise,
All, but one and only one,
Wants be himself the one and only one...
Condemned and lonely,
Reptilian cuckoo in the first god-forsaken garden...
Anew, from his former magnificence,
Sexually separated resemblances were sent forth,
To name all animals, eat their five-a-day,
Cuddle and play...
The rest is (hi(s)tory:
Husband away on fig business,
Illegal lodger enters the scene...
Cain and Abel,
One in vain, the other unable,
End of the fable.
First a boa, then Noah,
Lot, wine, feelings loose,
Incestuous escape from Sodom; all blossom
from Love's own bosom...
And for the glory of His name,
We get the blame...
In a nutshell:
He's done it so well,
Loving us to hell...
What a story to tell...
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