And the Lord God spake unto Adam saying,
Hearken unto the word of the Lord oh son of man
For it shall come to pass in the last days
When your children’s children, and their children after them
Have settled in a land far removed from scepter’d isles
That they will invent a manner of play after mine name;
A distraction plied round a leathern orb
Made of calf-skin and woven thread.
But none of them will dare call it holy
Lest I smite them with disease and pestilence
Because I, the Lord God, alone am Holy.
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But a time will come when their children’s children,
And their children after them
Will hail the leathern orb as a god;
Made of calf skin, gall and woven thread
While prancing around nekkid like heathens before them,
Whom I despise.
Yea, in due time they will carry on like loony loons
Cavorting around nekkid in sand and sun
While burnin’ strange incense and myrrh
Like heathens unto Baal, and graven images of Baal.
Yes, THAT Baal!
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Yes, your children’s children and their children after them
Will do all these things,
Yet none of them will dare hail the leathern orb as holy
Lest I smite them with disease and pestilence
Because I, the Lord God alone am Holy.
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And Adam rent his rainments before the Lord
And prayed that the day would not come,
When his children’s children,
And their children after them,
Would hail the leathern orb as Holy,
Lest the Lord smite them with disease and pestilence
Because He alone is Holy.
(Selah)
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