2006-08-18 - Be There
you can have it all
the local urban sprawl
the city limit border of podunk
you can host the brawl
that's brewing in town hall
about the latest politician bunk
or
you can catch a ride
explore the other side
find meaning in the space outside the zone
prepare to meet your maker all alone
it isn't all that morbid
in fact, I'd say it's sordid
to place a low pri status on what's next
so please don't take my meaning out of text
but 50% of all marriages end in divorce
the other half all end in death, of course,
and sometimes bring their fair share of remorse,
unless the surviving spouse
wanted the bugger out of the house
and endured the torture all those many years
(at the funeral they just cry those happy tears)
but I digress here in this forum
just what constitutes a quarum
when deciding where you'll move to when you die
is it all left up to some all-seeing eye?
will you cease to be existent?
will you come back as a piss ant?
will you haunt remembered places bound in chains
forged and anchored to your old remains?
how you gonna think without your brains?
what voilitions drive you like the rains?
the engine that is pulling on your trains?
what motivates the drives
deep inside the mind's archives
as the input data stimulates your passion?
how has the network twisted
the programs that you listed
and can you access them without it crashin'
an upgrade is in store
better yet the software core
needs erasing
needs replacing
needs a tech
an engineer who keeps it all in check
we all go on our way
live our lives from day to day
so surprised and caught off guard
when it blows up our backyard
then we know
the threats were so much more than just a show
rachel weeps for her children
and she cannot be calmed down
and what will be the thrill then
when the fallout comes to town
who will separate the villain
from the innocent and willing
is there anyone out there who is our friend
when unrequited love takes her scorn out on all men?
a warrior god in love
with a woman he dreams of
a rags-to-riches fantasy dream date
he finds her on the block
like a slavegirl who's in hock
through a twist of good and evil, love and hate,
and he pays the highest price
brings her home and treats her nice
sets her up and gives her everything and more
but she's such a little tramp
she goes back to the man camp
and she offers her hoo-ha like any whore
and each time he buys her back just like before
he carries her limp body through the door
the abuse has left her twisted, bruised and sore
and she tells him she can't love him anymore
the barren womb is fruitful in the land beyond the grave
the last will be the first and the master serves the slave
the swifting hand of justice separates the tares from wheat
and every man but one will stand before the judgement seat
the one who gave his life so that our sentence is complete
the same sits on the throne and he declares that we are free
it all comes down to this, my friend, it's all in "where you be"
If any man be in Christ, he is a new creation,
the old things are done away, they're brought to their cessation
good things spring forth, they've been made new
because of this life inside of you
a gift to everyone who's shown
apart from this you're on your own
so take this invitation
become a new creation
step out in faith that He rose from the dead
and
"be in Christ"
like the Bible said
or you could end up in the shed
whipped, eating maggot bread,
tripped out in your vacant head,
burning up in your horny bed
moaning, groaning, and pissing red...
who knows where you will be, instead?!?!?
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