CANTO I - Vainglorious Erections
Yet how do all pretend a holy war? He that kills,
and he that's killed, they both cry out: “It is for God,
and for their conscience.”
Roger Williams (theologian/Rhode Island founder, 1603-1683)
The Bloudy Tenent of Persecution for Cause of Conscience (book, 1644)
(chorus)
O `tis for God and his divine institutions
His sacred and numinous selections
As well the mortal desultory interpretations
O `tis for Man and his designed pretensions
His flagrant and vainglorious erections
As well the arbitrary ejaculations
(verse 1)
Ah, the promulgated gracious stands
Then presupposed officious demands
By sublime throes of directions
(Aligned to rows of mob-rule elections)
Ah, the pop-culture mod-priests
Spewing their quips bequeathed
As well the lovely vultures as princes
Skewing with glib lips and fibs sheathed
(bridge 1)
`Tis for all brigadiers' banners unfurl
Some do the undoing as death-bags uncurl
By each gunned down, every ebon pouch fills
As polity's poles arouse, fixed and still
So flags seduce more, o'er lusty domes
While warm blood ooze upon dusty loam
(return to chorus)
(verse 2)
Enthused from their homes
Thrown into imperial roams and ruses
Honed and lunged by military abuses
To expunge, diffuse, or excuse...
The propagandized threats
Underwritten by fiat and perpetual debt
While smitten freemen sweat and fret
As bondmen, beset by parliamentary net
(bridge 2)
Patriotism oft rides oddly high
On either side of random battle lines
Each pledge, anthem, prayer, hymn, and sigh
All in reply, hoping for an illusory victory
In grit and shit, coping the fuckin' misery
As elites sit solvent on stolen salary
(return to chorus)
---
Yet how do all pretend a holy war? He that kills,
and he that's killed, they both cry out: “It is for God,
and for their conscience.”
Roger Williams (theologian/Rhode Island founder, 1603-1683)
The Bloudy Tenent of Persecution for Cause of Conscience (book, 1644)
(chorus)
O `tis for God and his divine institutions
His sacred and numinous selections
As well the mortal desultory interpretations
O `tis for Man and his designed pretensions
His flagrant and vainglorious erections
As well the arbitrary ejaculations
(verse 1)
Ah, the promulgated gracious stands
Then presupposed officious demands
By sublime throes of directions
(Aligned to rows of mob-rule elections)
Ah, the pop-culture mod-priests
Spewing their quips bequeathed
As well the lovely vultures as princes
Skewing with glib lips and fibs sheathed
(bridge 1)
`Tis for all brigadiers' banners unfurl
Some do the undoing as death-bags uncurl
By each gunned down, every ebon pouch fills
As polity's poles arouse, fixed and still
So flags seduce more, o'er lusty domes
While warm blood ooze upon dusty loam
(return to chorus)
(verse 2)
Enthused from their homes
Thrown into imperial roams and ruses
Honed and lunged by military abuses
To expunge, diffuse, or excuse...
The propagandized threats
Underwritten by fiat and perpetual debt
While smitten freemen sweat and fret
As bondmen, beset by parliamentary net
(bridge 2)
Patriotism oft rides oddly high
On either side of random battle lines
Each pledge, anthem, prayer, hymn, and sigh
All in reply, hoping for an illusory victory
In grit and shit, coping the fuckin' misery
As elites sit solvent on stolen salary
(return to chorus)
---
Come let us Reason. Peace is always a Choice.
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