16 December 2012
I'm a tornado spinning on life's dusty path, Churning up the debris of mirages that memories fade to last. The religious storms above me divide the pressures of histories heated love.
I'm unsure if I'm to face Mecca, the sun, the East or turn towards the Romans. I see no clues in the bloated texts of spinning bibles or The Holy Qur'an. On-route to nowhere I spy on the grave from both sides of the on-going holy dispute of Abraham .
One son landed East and the other fell West. Both claimed their religion was for the best.
Arguments.
Oh Abraham, hallelujah for Ishmael. Oh Abraham, hallelujah for Isaac. A promised land for Islam? A promised land for every man?
Keep us safe from the marauding Arabians, For this is the place where Christ was crucified. The 636ad wave of Arabians were victorious in Yarmouk. The Roman foundations shook but they clung on to their little black book. And the Jewish tide still wails and cries for the weeping desert all religions forcibly took.
Judgement.
Oh Jerusalem, hallelujah for yet more confusion. Oh Holy Sepulcher, hallelujah for Roman architecture.
The house of god sways well in Mecca. For Mohamed, Abraham, Pagans, Romans or someone better? A mosque, temple, church or natural cave. Bow your heads, it's now time to behave.
Intelligent.
Oh hallelujah, Oh hallelujah, The storm is calming for the better. Oh hallelujah, Oh hallelujah, Through God they speak of a new ruler. Oh hallelujah, Oh hallelujah, What becomes of the faithless's future?
Desert of Faith (Hallelujah) • Opuss № I