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Hymn to a Sad God
Oh Lord, in folly born.
Child of holly.
Child of thorn.
Guide us down the rightous track;
Lose yourself on your way back.
Oh Lord, in folly born.
Child of holly.
Child of thorn.
Warm us through the winter, please;
You yourself can damn well freeze.
Oh Lord, in folly born.
Child of holly.
Child of thorn.
Sate our hunger, quench our thirst;
Feed yourself, but feed us first.
Oh Lord, in folly born.
Child of holly.
Child of thorn.
(I wrote this about five years ago, and was immediately struck by the
worst chain of bad luck in my life. I've never been able to work up
the nerve to complete it. I apologize for not warning you before you
read it.)
8 responses total.
^D ^D ^D ^D ^D help! ^D ^D ^D ^D ^D Oh please God! ^D ^D ^D?Interrupt! ^D ^D ^D Respond or pass? ^D ^D ^D ^D ^D ^D KILL THE BRUTES!!! ^D ^D ^D ^D ^D ^D ^D ^D ^D ^D Ok to abandon text? od,...n ^D ^D ^D ^D ^D ERRRGGGGGGG!!!!!
Look what it did to morandir!
Even sad Gods like having hymns.
my word, janc, were you in a cynical mood? To what god in particular were you referring? Poor disavowed god.
Must've been the Rodney Dangerfield god. "I don't get no respect."
Whichever god it was, he took offense.
Did he put it back (the fence I mean) when asked politely?
How ultimately totally profoundly explicitly extremely insane.
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