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“OUTOFEGYPT”

Today is Tuesday morning,
The sun is soon revealed,
I’m weak from my journey to your shores,
My fate is surely sealed,

I’ve come from virtual Atlantis,
To proof the stories that I’ve heard,
That your confusion is truly fatal,
That your lie lies in a word,

We have known you through the centuries,
As stumbling, bumbling oafs,
With no care or thought for Reason,
As long as you had a loaf,

Whereas Home, from which I’ve come,
Far across the rolling waves,
Stands fast to objective, rational Logic,
No room for “Jesus Saves”,

You pray for God and Love,
Which you claim to be the same,
Your ill-begotten treasure-trove,
Knowing not from whence they came,

Paper Tigers chose ‘stead of rational argument,
Restless sleep rather than conscious will,
Trust to him whom your fabric has rent,
Save for tomorrow’s sons and daughters the bill,

The hours are passing as the storm clouds gather, dark,
The compromises that have let you live will be the evasions that hasten your death,
One does not evade reality for long, hark,
The bells toll for you, make haste, catch your breath,

by John Daugherty 04/17/04