No snakes on Ireland

There are no snakes on Ireland.
There is no sacred realm.
There is no music; is no band,
cause there is no Levon Helm.

There’s no such thing as rapture.
There is no afterlife.
No rest; no news; no suffering jews,
only Mac and Mackies knife.

There are no yellow ribbin.
No oak-tree ‘mong the trees.
The onlys yello’ thing that’s here
is the press and the chineese.

How long’s a string, you wonder.
And can you fold decrease?
How many are the oceans?
How many are decease.

It’s damp and there’s no sunlight.
It’s more or less a grave.
And the shadows on the wall,
is the world outside this cave.

You’ll find a lot of people
who’ll tell you what it is.
And it’s always them it looks like:
a scam; the pits; a biz.

You are the revelation;
it’s not Nigel Farrage.
Nor Tom or Dick or Harry.
or some dude in a garage.

Do not shop

whenever i tell you that
you are wrong
you’ll spring up
and you will
start a song

a song and a dance about
how just you are
i would not take it
take it that far

and you will point out
that my socks do not match
and you’ll make certain that
the egg never hatch.

the meek and me

We’d been out at sea
– the meek and me
now, row the boat ashore up the firth!
we where not holding hands
and we made no demands
as the meek shall inherit the earth.

And we made it ashore
thru the Cumbrian door
Land ho! Over younder was Perth.
and though the aussies where there
we did not beware
as the meek shall inherit the earth.

In the heavens above
where the air’s filled with love
and one knows not of sadness and dearth
they said : if you don’t care
you can stay down there
as the meek and inherit the earth.

Without no resentment, we struggled on,
not quite happy, but sensing a mirth.
On this piece of soil, we would labour and toil.
We’re the meek that inherited the earth.

Look at the sun!
Look at the moon!
Look at the bee and the bird!
As a stupid git squats down to shit,
you will inherit his turd.

Random notes..

..thinking as I type

People point to the old testament and they say: “This is the same story that was told thousands of years before. They just stole it.”

That’s one way to interpret it. One could also speculate: it happened before.. the same way. There is a repetition of events that keeps recycling.

Could that theory explain why we now see obviously manufactured events? Is this a way to hasten events? Trying to change events destined to occur?

We look at God in the old testament. What kind of God is it? It punishes people. It makes deals with the devil. It creates snakes in Eden. It tells Abraham to sacrifice his son Isaac. It plagues and tortures Job. And it goes on and on.

Enter the non-Jewish, new testament. Now God is silent mostly. His son Jesus is sent to earth in an attempt to be godlike in human form. The plan is for him to be a Scape-goat or a sacrificial lamb. Humans will after his death be without sin.

Isaac was, in the old testament, saved by the bell. An angel told Abraham to instead sacrifice a ram.

Where do we see the ram? Where is the rams’ horn resounding? Ramses. Hi-Ram Abiff.

One could speculate the ram symbolises a way out of human sacrifice.

So, is devil-worship actually a way to rid ourselves from the evil God that demand human blood? And the church that drink blood and eat flesh?

Obey me! The God says.

Or I will kill you! I will kill your family.

The cult described as satanic said: I am God. You are God. We are God.

Follow you heart and your calling. Do not follow dictates from a God that demand your family’s blood. Sacrifice not the human, but the ram!

And Isaac married Rebecca (i think) and they had Jacob.. or Israel. Izzy is in the eye of the beholder. As an eye is a well.

People in the old stories are not people. They are tribes, groups and kingdoms. They are areas of land. They are countries.

Your feeling is it!

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