February 3rd, 2017
All the Days of Our Life
And incur us more debt without forgiveness
Even though He drills through the valley
O Divine Master, grant that we may hoot ‘n holler
Our Lord, who art in Washington
Not so much to want love, as to lack love
Where there is doubt, reaction
But distract us from evil
Your tweets and your cabinet–they comfort we
Not so much to be understood or to understand
In the presence of our enemies
We mislabel evil
Where there is darkness, disinterest
Where there is sadness, apathy
And drown us in our temptations
Seek to be controlled as to control
He speaks our soul
He anoints water with oil
And wakes us early in a mourning light
On earth as it is in narrow heaven
He leads us down right wings for His name’s sake.
Where there is hatred, let us release drones
You prepare an empty table before us
Our debtors, glory be
Give us this day our daily dread
He leads us beside polluted waters
Forever
Surely dividends and tax breaks shall follow this
For it is in accumulation that we are holy
For He is like us
Though He makes us stand down in bare pastures
The Lord is my president, I shall not speak
For Thine is the country and the power
Thy will be done
Lord, make us an instrument of your pogrom
Hollowed be our names
We pray the Lord, Apprentice ratings to keep
And pure glory, forever. Amen
And we shall dwell in over-leveraged houses of the Lord
May Banks overlook them in the bright night
Amen
Where there is injury, celebration
It is in killing that we avenge our impotence
It is in bargaining that we are sold
Our ire overflows
Now we lay us down to weep
Thy rapture come
From the shadows of death
Where there is despair, revolution