2005-04-25 - water of life
trust me when I say
your soul will rue the day
when it comes down to the wire
the conductor of strange fire
the means by which you turn
away from truth to burn
for hidden knowledge learned
for wisdom that was spurned...
electricity went out
the landlord heard a shout
the tenants still recall
how eerily it all
went down on that dark night
they saw a flash of light
for a second was a bright
and flickering weird sight
then all blacked out again
man down
fried brown
the end
strange fire
rewire
descend
down
down
the stairs you go
into the depths below
where tied between two posts
was fried and turned to toast
a journeyman who tried
to change the fuse inside
and much like this example
strange fire will give you ample
power to achieve
whatever you believe
so just be certain how
you move here in the now
don't give into the fire
that plays on your desire
or you could end up trapped,
electrocuted, zapped...
at first it all seemed fun
they played with daddy's gun
three boys out in the wood
till one dropped where he stood
strange hairline trigger fire
and one life must expire
cut short before its time
shot down before his prime...
the seasons came and went
then all the time was spent
strange fire served her well
with every magic spell
she never once got shocked
no gun was ever cocked
in fact she laid it down
was well liked in her town
till one night in her sleep
strange fire came to keep
the bargain that was made
and jargon that was prayed
in binding ties so mote
it be was all she wrote
the fine print claimed her soul
and evil took control
her life had come and gone
but something now lives on
within her family tree
and passed on by degree
a curse she spoke per chance
while she was in a trance
her muse sang out in song
"three generations long
third child from the first
the blessing will be cursed
according to this word
befalling every third
each time by power of three
strange fire, so mote it be"
the mystery of iniquity
a history of obliquity
the evil that we do not see
it comes back to conspire
it comes down to the wire
it sinks you in the mire
the stinking funeral pyre
the situation's dire
so trust me, I'm no liar,
this thing God must require
extinguish that strange fire
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