Here is the note she sent me about it, followed by the lyrics she wrote:
ok, right now it's 12:45 in the morning so i'm sending you this instead of
waking you up. you're welcome. i'm just so excited. you know horse shoes and
handgrenades? well i wrote new lyrics. sing these lyrics to that song. its about
how bad a job god did in genesis.
The seventh day
What the fuck is wrong with him?
I think he’s gone insane.
All the tornadoes, and volcanoes
What the hell’s with the hurricane?
Mabye he’s all powerful
But he won’t have your back in a fight
The first six days he ruined every thing
And the seventh is the flag of white
He better turn this around
We don’t like how it is
We want domestic, not hectic
What kind of world do you call this?
Mabye he’s all powerful
But he won’t have your back in a fight
The first six days he ruined every thing
And the seventh is the flag of white
She's 13. I think it's really good. :-)
2 comments:
It IS good. That's about the age I started thinking, hmmmm...maybe there just IS no God.
She's got a headstart, thanks to you.
I still tell my kids there is a god of some sort. But I'm not lying, really, I still hold hope for something. Anything. But it's just a glimmer of hope. Perhaps an openness to the possibility of anything.
Thank you, Aphrodite. In actuality, she questioned everything and started examining the validity of the Judeo-Christian belief system before I did. So, you could really say that I owe the thanks to her. :-)
I maintain an openness to possibilities, too, but I probably have less hope than you have. My brain tends to be very polar in thinking, and I've gone from being a staunch believer to being a pretty rigid skeptic. I'll likely gravitate back to the middle someday.
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