Thursday, April 27, 2006

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!


Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword;
His truth is marching on.

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on.

[More:]
http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/b/h/bhymnotr.htm

2 comments:

Mother Effingby said...

I wrote a semi lovely parody of this song and titled it Battle cry of the Repulsive. The words refer to a vile piece of human debris posing as a university teacher. he believes that it would be a good thing to wipe out 90% of the population, and the best way to do it is with Ebola. Lovely man.

Dag said...

Pianka.

We posted on him a few weeks back. "Pianka and the Bo-Bo Lizards of Death" is one, as I recall. I'm all for writing porodic lyrics to lampoon the guy. If, on the other hand, someone were to beat him bloody with a two-by-four I wouldn't care to sympathise with him. I won't do that myself, nor will I encourage anyone to do so. But if it were to happen independently of me, then I think I'd laugh. I'm not responsible for Piank's beghaviour, nor am I responsible for that of one who might attack him and stuff a lizard down his rotten gullet. There's a price to pay for our behaviours, whether Pianka himself or his aggressor. I'll opt out of that and cross my fingers that the gods drop him into a snake pit.