Clergy Tree
All of the older
ones
arrive at the primordial clay.
Re-imagining had begun,
so they let the game be played.
First, they will make a God,
the God of obedience.
Yet won't spare the rod
as if it were expedient
The all father served them well
doing all that he is told.
So make for him a southern bell,
knowledge that can't be sold.
The first son knowledge will have,
is a little skeleton boy.
So has death made her glad
or is it the death of her joy
"Knowledge you are far too bold!"
screams the all father in rage.
"You must do as you are told!"
he rips off her arms in a rampage.
The older ones were scared of death.
The first feeling they had felt.
Not sure if they were cursed or blessed
they offered knowledge no more help
They changed her name to wisdom
for she now seemed to know her place.
She was afraid of the symptom,
now pregnant from her rape.
The second son of wisdom
was a green boy they named hope.
Who was born without a kingdom,
the god of rock and roll.
arrive at the primordial clay.
Re-imagining had begun,
so they let the game be played.
First, they will make a God,
the God of obedience.
Yet won't spare the rod
as if it were expedient
The all father served them well
doing all that he is told.
So make for him a southern bell,
knowledge that can't be sold.
The first son knowledge will have,
is a little skeleton boy.
So has death made her glad
or is it the death of her joy
"Knowledge you are far too bold!"
screams the all father in rage.
"You must do as you are told!"
he rips off her arms in a rampage.
The older ones were scared of death.
The first feeling they had felt.
Not sure if they were cursed or blessed
they offered knowledge no more help
They changed her name to wisdom
for she now seemed to know her place.
She was afraid of the symptom,
now pregnant from her rape.
The second son of wisdom
was a green boy they named hope.
Who was born without a kingdom,
the god of rock and roll.
The all father hated
hope
because the child
was not his.
And as death could
not cope
he told the child
“do as I bid!”
Death reached in to
hope’s chest.
Pulling out what
should be his heart.
Hope was
unimpressed.
Now he’s a ghost
with a scar.
Death was holding an
eyeball
and his hand was now
alive.
He felt the skin
begin to crawl
for part of death
had died.
The unholy ghost of
hope
took his heart from
his brother's hand.
His inner eye clung
as a rope,
for hope was now a
man
Death now would have
inner peace
and hope would carry
chaos.
Wisdom had a bit of
each
but felt that all
was lost.
So chaos said to his
father
“I command you
serve yourself!”
Baptized and all,
without water,
Treachery was sent
to hell.
On the day that hope
was born
the tree of life
began to grow.
When hope became
chaos, it stormed
good and evil on
what we know.
Wisdom now has her
children.
And the old ones
have their fear.
I wish that she was
with them
hoping death was
always near
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