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I've heard mention, of a choir of angels, A myriad of angels, acappella, Sounding like a thunderous orchestra, Singing unto the Almighty, This concept I can understand, An All-powerful creator, Would require an amazing soundtrack, Background vocals of creation, Filling Him with whelming tears and pride, Perhaps choking-back tears, As word became light, And heaven and earth were created. I suppose again too, Like any King, He would have other court appointees, A muse perhaps, To inspire His creations, A scribe to record His every breath, sigh and description, At last a jester, To amuse Him between acts, A folly, A clown. I still exist, Here, In the mortal realm, To continue to make the Architect of the Universe, Laugh His ******* *** off, As I dance and perform silly tricks, To amuse and distract Him, from the serious business, Of being God.
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Nov 10, 2012
Nov 10, 2012 at 6:07 AM UTC
the jester in the kingdom of god
I've heard mention, of a choir of angels, A myriad of angels, acappella, Sounding like a thunderous orchestra, Singing unto the Almighty, This concept I can understand, An All-powerful creator, Would require an amazing soundtrack, Background vocals of creation, Filling Him with whelming tears and pride, Perhaps choking-back tears, As word became light, And heaven and earth were created. I suppose again too, Like any King, He would have other court appointees, A muse perhaps, To inspire His creations, A scribe to record His every breath, sigh and description, At last a jester, To amuse Him between acts, A folly, A clown. I still exist, Here, In the mortal realm, To continue to make the Architect of the Universe, Laugh His ******* *** off, As I dance and perform silly tricks, To amuse and distract Him, from the serious business, Of being God.
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Nov 10, 2012
Nov 10, 2012 at 6:07 AM UTC
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