Baals Hymn
Whilst his mothers womb contained the growing baal
Even then the sky was waiting quiet and pale
Naked, young, immensely marvellous
Like baal loved it, when he came to us
That same sky remained with him in joy and care
Even when baal slept peaceful and unaware
At night a lilac sky, a drunken baal
Turning pious as the sky grows pale
So through hospital, cathedral, whiskey bar
Baal kept moving onwards and just let things go
When baals tired, boys, baal cannot fall far
He will have his sky down there below
When the sinners congregate in shame together
Baal lay naked, revelling in their distress
Only sky, a sky that will go on forever
Formed a blanket for his nakedness
And that lusty girl, the world, wholl laughing yield
To the men wholl stand the pressure of her thighs
Sometimes gave him love-bites, such as cant be healed
Baal survived it, he just used his eyes
And when baal saw lots of corpses scattered round
He felt twice the thrill, despite the lack of room
Space enough said baal, then Ill thicken the ground
Space enough within this womans womb
Any vice for baal has got its useful side
Its the man who practices it, he cant abide
Vices have their point, once you see it as such
Stick to two for one will be too much
Slackness, softness are the sort of things to shun
Nothing could be harder than the quest for fun
Lots of strength is needed and experience too
Swollen bellies can embarrass you
Under gloomy stars and this poor veil of tears
Baal will graze a pasture till it disappears
Once its been digested to the forests teeth
Baal trod singing for a well earned sleep
Baal can spot the vultures in the stormy sky
As they wait up there to see if baal will die
Sometimes baal pretends hes dead, but vultures swoop
Baal in silence dines on vulture-soup
When the dark womb drags him down to its prize
Whats the world still mean to baal, hes overfed
So much sky is lurking still behind his eyes
Hell just have enough sky when hes dead
Once the earths dark womb engulfed the rotting baal
Even then the sky was up there, quiet and pale
Naked, young, immensely marvellous
Like baal loved it when he lived with us
song performed by by David Bowie
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Zion
The Doorkeepers of Zion,
They do not always stand
In helmet and whole armour,
With halberds in their hand;
But, being sure of Zion,
And all her mysteries,
They rest awhile in Zion,
Sit down and smile in Zion;
Ay, even jest in Zion;
In Zion, at their ease.
The Gatekeepers of Baal,
They dare not sit or lean,
But fume and fret and posture
And foam and curse between;
For being bound to Baal,
Whose sacrifice is vain,
Their rest is scant with Baal,
They glare and pant for Baal,
They mouth and rant for Baal,
For Baal in their pain!
But we will go to Zion,
By choice and not through dread,
With these our present comrades
And those our present dead;
And, being free of Zion
In both her fellowships,
Sit down and sup in Zion --
Stand up and drink in Zion
Whatever cup in Zion
Is offered to our lips!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Church Of Baal
Disputes and monetary restitution,
Out of my inheritance to write this muse;
But their lust will secretly entice and tempt you to sin,
For the world is full of churches and of the rise of sin!
Of his own lust and of her own lust,
The Church of Baal watches to take in his followers;
But your closest friend can also be your enemy at times.
You are attracted to her but watch her bosom,
It is like red-red- wine and blue-blue-sea!
But the Church of Baal is attracted by many.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Baal Worshippers
Child created
in the image of
The True God
first born offered
up as burning sacrifice
to your false god Baal
do you not know
there will come
an accounting bitter
a coming judgment day
when your burning sins
are weighed sentenced
against your evil eternal
souls your souls will be
cast down into dark hell
there to residue forever
in torment in hell flames
Baal Priests burn eternal
de evil ones
there suck de
marrow out
of your bones
feast chew on
your vile souls
hell bound fierce imprisoned demons
hate infused original rebellion sinners
eternally denied creator’s redemption!
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XVII
For lo! the nations, the imperial nations
Of Europe, all imagine a vain thing,
Sitting thus blindly in their generations,
Serving an idol for their God and King.
Blindly they rage together, worshipping
Their lusts of cunning, and their lusts of gold;
Trampling the hearts of all too weak to bring
Alms to their Baal which is bought and sold.
And lo! there is no refuge, none but Baal
For man's best help, and the mute recreant earth
Drinks in its children's blood, and hears their wail,
And deals no vengeance on its last foul birth;
And there is found no hand to ward or keep
The weak from wrong, and Pity is asleep.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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The world is new to us every morning - this is God's gift; and every man should believe he is reborn each day.
quote by Baal Shem Tov
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Everyone is unique. Compare not yourself with anyone else lest you spoil God's curriculum.
quote by Baal Shem Tov
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Neneh
Those grapes of your love are now being exposed,
But the worship of the dead Saints started in Babylon!
And it is still the Baal Worship,
But i am Neneh who wants to guide you with the truth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Toru
Th ancient celebrations of Baal Worship are merely like the modern holidays today,
But complete and perfect is my love for you my sweet Toru;
And this river near by you is all that you have to cross.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Prophets
The prophets of baal around me are 450 in number! !
And, i am left alone as the prophet of yahweh around them;
So, come and let me show you the wonders of the love of Yahweh!
For, He rules always with His Laws.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Snow Man
Who brought about the snow man?
Is it in your Bible? ! !
Then look around again and see where the animals go to when it is cold;
For, when the snow falls, they have to take shelter to warm themselves.
Baal-Bali!
And of the land of the gods and the goddesses;
But, your kiss was as great as the heavy rainfall last night!
However the truth is always in the very Bible that you read.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Ishtar
On Mount Carmel,
I met four hundred and fifty prophets of Baal!
On Mount Carmel,
I met also the prophets of Ishtar!
But who will bring the truth to them? ! !
For they were all serving the Sun God.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Kevin
To have seventy sons out of your many wives,
And to attain your kingdom through many plans;
But you've now gathered your children at Beth Millo,
And like the gold of your land.
Baal-Benth and the muse of your love,
Life is not all that easy at times!
But with worthless and reckless men and women among us,
So be very wise to respect nature my sweet Kevin.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Executive Order 131061
Where is your zeal and, where is your love?
And like a horse in the wilderness of love;
But with your executive order 131061!
For you failed to look back last night.
The first fruits of my increase,
But you do preach in the name of Baal (the lord) ! !
And like a horse in the wilderness of love between yesterday and today;
But i need law and security to help me move on peacefully with my mind.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Odisha
They propehesied in the name of Baal!
And, they caused my people to err;
Blouse, house, louse, mouse, rouse, arouse, grouse, douse;
And like the slippery places around! !
But, in the darkness without any hope.
Driven on!
And like the traps of the wicked ones;
But your faith will dweell safely with the muse of love,
And like Odisha your friend in the land of your beautiful love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Hero
My hero is no hero at all.
My hero silently walks these empty halls.
As I falter…
As I fall…
My hero continues to walk these silent…empty halls,
These halls are windows into my hell.
Servants of Baal…
Here they dwell.
Frozen inequities… How fickle they are to me
My hero possesses no qualities at all.
My hero…has virtues but none known well
My hero only protects his respect.
My hero… is no hero at all.
poem by Juxtaposed Jealousy
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E Tenebris
COME down, O Christ, and help me! reach thy hand,
For I am drowning in a stormier sea
Than Simon on thy lake of Galilee:
The wine of life is spilt upon the sand,
My heart is as some famine-murdered land,
Whence all good things have perished utterly,
And well I know my soul in Hell must lie
If I this night before God's throne should stand.
'He sleeps perchance, or rideth to the chase,
Like Baal, when his prophets howled that name
From morn to noon on Carmel's smitten height.'
Nay, peace, I shall behold before the night,
The feet of brass, the robe more white than flame,
The wounded hands, the weary human face.
poem by Oscar Wilde
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On Jordan's banks
I
On Jordan's banks the Arab's camels stray,
On Sion's hill the False One's votaries pray,
The Baal-adorer bows on Sinai's steep—
Yet there—even there—Oh God! thy thunders sleep.
II
There—where thy finger scorch'd the tablet stone!
There—where thy Shadow to thy people shone!
Thy Glory shrouded in its garb of fire:—
Thyself—none living see and not expire!—
III
Oh! in the lightning—let thy glance appear;
Sweep from his shiver'd hand the oppressor's spear!
How long by tyrants shall thy land be trod?
How long thy temple worshipless, Oh God?
poem by Byron from The Hebrew Melodies (1815)
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Elishama
Undo the riddle and learn my muse,
For it is like a show among the stars of love;
But you will either take a bus or trek to school on this issue.
The custom of the people are in vain but,
They do feel pain when you teach them;
Because, their ears are very hard like the metal of a train!
Massebah is in the House of Baal and,
My people love it so;
For they are too blind to the truth.
Elishama, imbue us with proper morals and ethics;
But at the dark side of love, do give us the light to move on.
Learn like the Smokey Mountains,
Love like the Mount Kilimanjaro,
And teach like the Mississippi River;
For a compelling charm and a dashing smile on your face.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Coloured Eggs II
Satan is the prince of the power of the air!
And, Vesuvius erupted in A.D.79;
With the symbols of fire and light,
However, Hercules was the offspring of Zeus! !
And today, the carnal mind is now enmity against Father Yahweh.
Red-Robed Lord of Misrule and St. Nicholas! !
With Cold and Darkness to the noethern mid-winter;
But, this seed of life is now being ruled by Satan.
Eyes have not seen nor ears heard it!
But, i was in prison and you came to me;
I was sick and you visted me,
And like the persuasive lips of the people around me.
On the thumb of the right hand!
I was thirsty and you gave me drink;
But, Baal-Gad is the same as Lord-God! !
And like the muse of the coloured eggs which are now being worshipped.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Today With Thanks
Today with thanks you adorn this home,
Rubbing voices to curl in shells of ears
While hearts dance like electricity,
Lighting the gates of heaven -
And Baal, our mighty oak, fallen, springs
From acorn green shoots into little lives.
Today with thanks we stretch with dad,
Misty hands in appreciation for
Your support shown unreservedly,
With love that binds and seals it -
You are stars that dazzle darkness,
Like moonlight in twinkling disguise.
Today with thanks know that such friends
And family as you, formed our path;
Today with thanks you cared for us -
And turned heads with your fragrance of life.
Tomorrow, we'll cross the Rubicon....
And into glory sweep.
poem by Robert Dummett
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