2004-08-31 - getoverit
let your mind relax
let your body chill
as the words I fax
through the room or mill
or wherever it is that you now peruse
endless data bits, neutered cyber news,
coded script points in the X-Y-Z
loaded tips with joints all commercially
designed to sell you what they do
combined to tell you who knows who
says, "try this," "eat this," "please repeat this,"
that's not where you are right now
just let down your guard somehow
and read on as I tell this tale
about a love that's not for sale
now some have mentioned
love unpretentioned
an unconditional deal
a good intentioned
heart invention
that rushes in to heal
and we must admit it's true
it sounds good to me and you
but I came to this decision
when I was quite naiive
that apart from divine vision
I would party while on leave
or after working hours
or when I got a break
or when the higher powers
were not fully awake
and so it was
as was my style
I'd cop a buzz
or stash a vial
or head out to the liquor store
with an eye toward what I was living for
medicate and hide
from what I knew inside
had been unleashed in me
occultic pharmacy
I got out of the car
I hadn't gone too far
when a long and lanky bible thumper, bearded, bold and raw
called out loud and said to me, "Hey there, blah blah blah..."
I tried to get around him and continue toward the store
(after buying liquor we were going out to score!)
but he persisted as I dis'd him, "hey where are you goin?"
I said, "I'm buyin liquor and after that who's knowin"
"naw! you don't want to do that, why don't you come inside?"
and gestured toward a building all red/white/blue with pride
by that time, Steve, my drinking bud came walking up and grinned
the bearded bible thumper turned to him and preached of sin
"come on, Steve, we don't have time, we'd better count the cost..."
that's when the wild fanatic said to me, "you must be lost"
I said, "Like good ol' Davey Crocket always used to say
I've never really been lost just confused for a few days"
He said, "well tell me, mister, do you know what it means to be saved?"
when I said, "you mean washed in the blood?" you'd a thought his beard got shaved
he said, "well YEAH, in fact, THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I MEAN
where did you hear about that?"
I said, "I know all about that scene..."
He looked at me with piercing, penetrating, narrowed eyes
He looked me up and down, and finally surmised,
"I've never heard someone so dispassionately tell
about the blood of Jesus, man, I believe you're going to hell."
I turned away and mumbled something, "biblebeltennessee"
no matter how I tried I couldn't shake those words off me
I cursed him all night long after we were out of there
we never scored the bag and I lost my drink somewhere
my friends said, "take it easy Wink, don't let it bother you"
I shrugged and played it off I think but deep inside I knew
it ate at me,
fanatically,
how damn dare he
judgementally
say some B.S. so carelessly
it stuck in me
quite painfully
and that you see
is how slowly
I started to be thinking
that maybe it was time for me to smell what's really stinking
it's not the world around you, though problems factor in,
it's more what now surrounds you,resultant from your sin,
you need to let what I now tell you sink into your head
unless you now believe in him you'll burn in hell instead
it's not because you're evil, it's not because you're bad,
it's just because the sinful nature passed on from your dad
descending down from ancient times when man broke link with life
and opened up the door for every wicked vice and strife
it took a year or so from then
but I got what's called "born again"
a term describing life within
which gives us power over sin
and all the curse upon this earth
the glory of the second birth
so that's how love disguised itself
and knocked some sense into myself
it found me on my way alas
and lovingly it kicked my ass
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