Cats and cattle prods
Demolition derby demagogues
Babbling Babylon
As the discharge returns to the dog
Incompatible
Armed with proofs incontrovertible
Animosity and vertigo
From each other a mere stone's throw
They've got the monopoly on love, they say
A monopoly on truth
Would be nice to know, who'll be saved and who'll be damned
But God won't make up his junkyard mind
Getting nowhere, they are parallel paths you trod
When the roads diverged
The crooked demiurge up and left
"I'm not coming back"
Tighten the noose
Pray away the slack
A wafer, a couple pence
Orchestrated this sickening dissonance
One big swath and a very short fence
Just sprawling, smoldering nonsense
You better adapt, you better collude
Time is warping all of your pews
Which lives were lost, in service to the good faith
Reason won't put us in our place
Can't both be right, inconceivable both are wrong
But can we eschew
The believer's brew
That's been stewing for far too long
Spoil the broth
And spare the rod
When the good Lord comes to take us home
It'll make tremors felt by every bone
But the fissure will only be widened
There's no innovation in open wounds
The rift cannot be healed by the flesh Of low-hanging fruit of the womb
It's alright
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Cats and cattle prods
Demolition derby demagogues
Babbling Babylon
As the discharge returns to the dog
Incompatible
Armed with proofs incontrovertible
Animosity and vertigo
From each other a mere stone's throw
They've got the monopoly on love, they say
A monopoly on truth
Would be nice to know, who'll be saved and who'll be damned
But God won't make up his junkyard mind
Getting nowhere, they are parallel paths you trod
When the roads diverged
The crooked demiurge up and left
"I'm not coming back"
Tighten the noose
Pray away the slack
A wafer, a couple pence
Orchestrated this sickening dissonance
One big swath and a very short fence
Just sprawling, smoldering nonsense
You better adapt, you better collude
Time is warping all of your pews
Which lives were lost, in service to the good faith
Reason won't put us in our place
Can't both be right, inconceivable both are wrong
But can we eschew
The believer's brew
That's been stewing for far too long
Spoil the broth
And spare the rod
When the good Lord comes to take us home
It'll make tremors felt by every bone
But the fissure will only be widened
There's no innovation in open wounds
The rift cannot be healed by the flesh Of low-hanging fruit of the womb
It's alright
Demolition derby demagogues
Babbling Babylon
As the discharge returns to the dog
Incompatible
Armed with proofs incontrovertible
Animosity and vertigo
From each other a mere stone's throw
They've got the monopoly on love, they say
A monopoly on truth
Would be nice to know, who'll be saved and who'll be damned
But God won't make up his junkyard mind
Getting nowhere, they are parallel paths you trod
When the roads diverged
The crooked demiurge up and left
"I'm not coming back"
Tighten the noose
Pray away the slack
A wafer, a couple pence
Orchestrated this sickening dissonance
One big swath and a very short fence
Just sprawling, smoldering nonsense
You better adapt, you better collude
Time is warping all of your pews
Which lives were lost, in service to the good faith
Reason won't put us in our place
Can't both be right, inconceivable both are wrong
But can we eschew
The believer's brew
That's been stewing for far too long
Spoil the broth
And spare the rod
When the good Lord comes to take us home
It'll make tremors felt by every bone
But the fissure will only be widened
There's no innovation in open wounds
The rift cannot be healed by the flesh Of low-hanging fruit of the womb
It's alright
Writer: Salinger
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