Post by seren on Jul 31, 2009 0:53:04 GMT -5
Seren's Note: So, I was inspired by midnight and "AD/BC: A Rock Opera", directed by Richard Ayoade. (You can find it on Youtube, but I warn you: it's extremely horrible. I find it hilarious, but it is really, really awful.)
Ask me again
If I'll do it.
There; it's done.
In solitude, I cling to the images
Passing by of long-lost prodigies,
With no one portraying God.
It's not easy being so cynical
All of the time, but it gets me
Through the day, unlike ye of
Faith in higher powers--Jesus
The superhero. Well, if it
Makes you feel any better
About it, as though you actually
Live and die by plan, then
Who am I to stop you now?
You probably wish I'd go away,
But I of limited perseverance
Cannot find the strength to pile
The banned libraries' archives and watch
Them go up in flames; we are hanging
Ourselves. We are robbing our kids of
A full, only semi-biased (everything is
Biased) education. So excuse me,
But I cannot partake in situations
So unchaste and unapologetic anti-choice.
I'll try to be tolerant.
Oh, God--if there is one--
I'll attempt to embrace
Differences because just
Because I'm a human
Doesn't mean I have to
Be a hypocrite of habit.
I'll try to be tolerant.
Oh, God, if you exist,
I'll try to play nice with
The other girls and boys.
Lurking in the dumpsters,
We are tomorrow's slags,
Discarded by your Christ.
If hope remains, purge it
From your system at once,
Through urination or other
Miscellaneous humiliation.
Whatever it takes,
We'll find you and
Convert you; we'll
Stomp, and we'll hurt
You until you appeal
To our humanity.
Until you repeal
Your animosity
Directed toward the
Good Shepherd.
In solitude, I cling to the images
Passing by of long-lost prodigies,
With no one portraying God.
I've done it;
I've made you...
Mad. You're in
My clutches;
You can't escape!
I created you
From mud; don't
You remember?
No...no, not at all.
Well, if it
Makes you feel any better
About it, as though you actually
Live and die by plan, then
Who am I to stop you now?
I'll try to be tolerant.
Oh, God--if there is one--
I'll attempt to embrace
Differences because just
Because I'm a human
Doesn't mean I have to
Be a hypocrite of habit.
I'll try to be tolerant.
Oh, God, if you exist,
I'll try to play nice with
The other girls and boys.
Let up your hold
On me; ease your
Grip. I made a
Vow that I would
Teach them to exist
Without aide, to
Rely on themselves
And their own
Shortcomings,
To teach them how
To struggle poetically
And convincingly enough--
For their art--
To guide them through
The bleak without
Bumping their heads.
Well, if it
Makes you feel any better
About it, as though you actually
Live and die by plan, then
Who am I to stop you now?
In solitude, I cling to the images
Passing by of long-lost prodigies,
With no one portraying God.
Raise your voices
Slowly now in
Gradual prayer.
Ask me again
If I'll do it.
There; it's done.
In solitude, I cling to the images
Passing by of long-lost prodigies,
With no one portraying God.
It's not easy being so cynical
All of the time, but it gets me
Through the day, unlike ye of
Faith in higher powers--Jesus
The superhero. Well, if it
Makes you feel any better
About it, as though you actually
Live and die by plan, then
Who am I to stop you now?
You probably wish I'd go away,
But I of limited perseverance
Cannot find the strength to pile
The banned libraries' archives and watch
Them go up in flames; we are hanging
Ourselves. We are robbing our kids of
A full, only semi-biased (everything is
Biased) education. So excuse me,
But I cannot partake in situations
So unchaste and unapologetic anti-choice.
I'll try to be tolerant.
Oh, God--if there is one--
I'll attempt to embrace
Differences because just
Because I'm a human
Doesn't mean I have to
Be a hypocrite of habit.
I'll try to be tolerant.
Oh, God, if you exist,
I'll try to play nice with
The other girls and boys.
Lurking in the dumpsters,
We are tomorrow's slags,
Discarded by your Christ.
If hope remains, purge it
From your system at once,
Through urination or other
Miscellaneous humiliation.
Whatever it takes,
We'll find you and
Convert you; we'll
Stomp, and we'll hurt
You until you appeal
To our humanity.
Until you repeal
Your animosity
Directed toward the
Good Shepherd.
In solitude, I cling to the images
Passing by of long-lost prodigies,
With no one portraying God.
I've done it;
I've made you...
Mad. You're in
My clutches;
You can't escape!
I created you
From mud; don't
You remember?
No...no, not at all.
Well, if it
Makes you feel any better
About it, as though you actually
Live and die by plan, then
Who am I to stop you now?
I'll try to be tolerant.
Oh, God--if there is one--
I'll attempt to embrace
Differences because just
Because I'm a human
Doesn't mean I have to
Be a hypocrite of habit.
I'll try to be tolerant.
Oh, God, if you exist,
I'll try to play nice with
The other girls and boys.
Let up your hold
On me; ease your
Grip. I made a
Vow that I would
Teach them to exist
Without aide, to
Rely on themselves
And their own
Shortcomings,
To teach them how
To struggle poetically
And convincingly enough--
For their art--
To guide them through
The bleak without
Bumping their heads.
Well, if it
Makes you feel any better
About it, as though you actually
Live and die by plan, then
Who am I to stop you now?
In solitude, I cling to the images
Passing by of long-lost prodigies,
With no one portraying God.
Raise your voices
Slowly now in
Gradual prayer.