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He contemplates the Bible As he adds up every page Religion's an equation As he totals every age Of Man and Beast and Angel (He's a thick and dowdy sage) He tries to sum redemption Through his numbers in a book He thinks he sees sin everywhere He's too afraid to look And so he squints with whetted pen (to carve his Heaven's nook) He sits and waits for Rapture As he whittles souls away He does it all by numbers In a slick efficient way And when it doesn't add up... ("Forgive them... Let us pray.")
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May 26, 2011
May 26, 2011 at 5:15 AM UTC
The Critical Theologist
He contemplates the Bible As he adds up every page Religion's an equation As he totals every age Of Man and Beast and Angel (He's a thick and dowdy sage) He tries to sum redemption Through his numbers in a book He thinks he sees sin everywhere He's too afraid to look And so he squints with whetted pen (to carve his Heaven's nook) He sits and waits for Rapture As he whittles souls away He does it all by numbers In a slick efficient way And when it doesn't add up... ("Forgive them... Let us pray.")
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May 26, 2011
May 26, 2011 at 5:15 AM UTC
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