And I've heard it all before.

The shout, the joy, the weeping fear
He's coming again,
the time's so near.
And I've tasted the exctasy of believing
in the promise whispered every year.

Every storm was another signal
a butterfly in words so clear!
But then I'd see
the chrysalis dying
no angel would appear.

See, I've heard it all before.

A day in school, a night in hell.
A ragged doggie heard my cry
for heaven's holy intervention
my heart alone
with no ally.

Ten thousand starve in Africa
jewish ashes
tint the sky
A billion fry in hell's embrace
And this you try to justify?

I've heard it all before.

Hell of fire or emptiness
I've just stopped caring
more or less
My mistakes are not eternal
intransient not my kindness

God? My hallucination's over.
Good, evil, perfect? neither the three.
My joy in the world will tide me through
this life.
And what can be might be!

So perhaps, in IDIC
there's something new
for my ear.

I'll page through the erotic
words of Solomon,
and keep my poems
exactly here.

On God, I've heard it all before.
Without him, I think there's a whole lot more.

~

May the Invisible Pink Unicorn bless you with acres of ham and pineapple pizza.