2006-08-05 - Ode to Errode
what else is there?
when it comes down to it...
the tales we bear
of all who blew it
back in the day
and just last week
don't quite say
what we long to speak
establish the work of our hands
solidify love's true demands
liquid is our firm resolve
highest bids so soon dissolve
as the times we live evolve
repeating as seasons revolve
all is vanity
where is sanity?
is it found in loveless toil?
does its foe devour the spoil?
will negative matter flow in reverse
until we break this evil curse?
where have gone the stones of fire
at the pinnacle empire?
why have we unqunenched desire?
who directed we expire?
harmonies and intonations
once did shield our incarnations;
pre-existent plasma codes
wouldn't let darkness implode;
entropy would not errode;
Let me tell you in this ode:
"something has gone wrong"
I tell you in a song:
"we're not where we belong"
have you accepted this bull-refuse
(victimized by your abuse)?
are you whipped, pimped-out, and used
(guilt manipulation blues)?
then shake your own neck by the nap
and make yourself recite this rap:
Bless the Lord, oh my soul,
and all that is within me
I said, bless the Lord, oh my soul,
and don't you block this chimney
Let it ascend like smoke into the heavens up above
Don't forget the benefit of the God who rules by love
I said, don't forget the benefit of the God who rules by love
Remember this, my wayward soul,
he forgives all of your sin
when dark-matter attempts control
and tries to suck you in
He can do just what He pleases
Yet He heals all your diseases
Redeeming all the times you stole
and turned away instruction,
With borrowed breath you let the hole
of darkness and seduction
Draw you into that which causes spiritual suction
disabling all safety devices added for your protection and enabling innocent sacrifices to the ruler of destruction,
that which clashes,
leaving ashes,
lashes,
rashes,
crashes...
This God redeems from all of that
Uplifts you from the wrestling mat
Makes you stand out from the flat,
2-D, paradigm where you're at,
His track record - infinite stat!
your life
in living color
(it could be so much duller)
And God does manifold more things
He crowns you with His kind blessings
He lets us rule in life as kings
C'mon you know this lyric sings
So think a while about these things
And let this word in you take wings:
Give thanks for all He brings
Let healing arise in His wings
Now death no longer stings
Enjoin harmonic rings
For we are the stones of fire
The objects of God's desire
built up to a temple of love
which praises One God from above
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