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The president is in ecstasy because you made him so powerful in the world, O Yahweh, so he will thank you in his next public speech. You have given him everything he ever wished for: not a single desire did you deny him. That is why he is so happy to see your face.
The president trusts you, O Yahweh. You shall take a lamp in your left hand, and discover where your enemies are hiding, and grab them with your right hand. Then you will build a fiery oven from your anger, and you shall swallow them up in your wrath: the flames shall devour them.
They intended to set a trap for you, that would capture you; that is why you have loaded your archery bow with an arrow, and you are aiming it at their face. Be exalted, Yahweh, in your own power, and we will mention you in our next presidential address.
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My God, My God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so distant; how come you are not coming to my rescue, when I shout for you?
I cry out to you in the morning, and all through the day. I am not even quiet at night, no: I keep crying.
However, I understand that you are holy. You are the point where all our praises alight: they get funneled to you. Our ancestors trusted you, the priests tell us; and because they trusted, you saved them. They cried out to you, and you came to their rescue. They trusted you, and they were not left confused and wondering.
So why do you leave me hanging on the cross like this? Ah, I suppose it is because I am not a man but a worm. The people reproach me; I am despised. I’m a gadfly, a troublemaker, with all my pestering questions, and all my demands for morality and fair dealings. Now whoever sees me hanging here shamefully laughs me to scorn; they shoot out the lip and shake their head, saying: “He trusted on Yahweh to save him: let Yahweh rescue him, if he truly delights in this pest.”
But you are he who guided me out of the womb, you led me forth into the waste howling world; and when I thirsted, instead of letting me die, you gave me hope from my mother’s breasts. My mother’s breasts would have been my Lynch Peaks, the place of my demise; but you make me to suck honey and milk in a desert land. I was dependent upon you from birth: you are my god from my mother’s belly.
Do not abandon me now; for, look, trouble is near, and there is no one else to help. Strong bulls of Bashan have compassed me round, also tygers from the Forests of the Night. They gape at me with their mouths, they growl at me.
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint. I have been fed to the woodchipper; my flesh is diced. My heart is like wax, melting into my bowels. I’m like a potter’s vessel smashed: you destroyed me into dust; I am a goner.
Sharks encircle me. The church of Christians closes about me: they pierce my hands and my feet. They thrust a hole through my side.
They have starved me so that I can count all my bones, as I hang here with my head drooping down to my ribcage. All the churchgoers stare at me. They pray insisting that I be the scapegoat for their sins. They divide my flesh among them, to devour me; they cast lots to drink my blood.
Do not remain far away from me, O Yahweh: you are my only hope: hurry up and help me. Deliver my soul from these greedy, selfish, judgmental masses; save my darling from this evil congregation.
Curse every mouth that eats me. Send your unicorn to disembowel them with its horn.
I will declare your name unto those who do not heed you, and unto those who claim they believe in your Anointed, your Christ. They pay lip service to the title, and they praise me as Orpheus, to tear me apart for their sin; but they do not know Yahweh my god.
Yahweh does not despise or abhor those who are afflicted and impoverished, as do these Christ-worshipers who covertly worship Mammon. I will praise Yahweh alone in the great assembly. The meek shall eat and be satisfied. For the presidency is Yahweh’s, and he is the governor of the nations. All they that are fat upon earth shall eat and worship: all they that go down to the dust shall bow before him: and none can keep alive his own soul.
Since he has left me to expire like this, as a curse on a tree, perhaps one seed, among the multitudes of promise, someday shall arise and set the record straight. Let that one come and declare the righteous way unto a future generation. But, as for my mission here, I quit: it is finished.
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Yahweh is my herdsman; he meets all my needs. He accompanies me into the rolling plains, and we recline before the peaceful stream. He rejuvenates me; he shows me the right path to take, wherever we go. Even if we walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I never fear that anything bad will happen; because he remains at my side with his herdsman’s implements. I trust that he knows what he is doing.
O Yahweh, you set forth a banquet for me, and we dine together, in a place beyond the reach of all our enemies. You anoint me as your Eternal King, and you overfill my cup with the finest wine. Everything is perfection in my life, from here on out. I dwell in the heaven, up in the darkness of outer space, for every future to come: my castle is right next to Yahweh’s, on planet Jupiter.
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Yahweh owns the earth and all that pertains to it. Everything that lives on earth, anything that you find there: it belongs to him. For he built the earth; he founded it sturdily on the oceans: he rolled it out like a slab of sod, a strip of dirt with grass and trees and mountains growing: he positioned it on the floods, so that they would water it. Now, there the earth floats.
Who shall get to go up into the holy hill of Yahweh? Who shall stand with him inside the Oracle Zone? Only a person who has lovingkindness in her heart; only one who yearns for harmony between all forms of life: those are the visitors that Yahweh desires. The god will welcome you, and happify you; and you can pet the thick mane of the savior.
Open up, O gates of space and time, for the Madman of Eternity is ready to pass through you.
Who is this Madman of Eternity? Yahweh, wild and unpredictable. Yahweh: loose cannon.
Open up, O gates of spacetime, for the Madman of Eternity is ready to come inside.
Who is this Madman of Eternity? Yahweh World Breaker. He owns the Big Bang. Think about it.
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I lift up my soul to you, O Yahweh. Teach me the right way to act. Make me big. Lead me into the truth, save me from trouble. I have been waiting for you all day long. Overlook my faults, waive off my errors. Keep working with me to achieve the high power that I want.
Let my soul dwell at ease. I would like to inherit the earth. Tell me all your secrets, O Yahweh; let me see the contract that you signed: I want to know what you promised to do for me.
I keep my eyes on Yahweh. He is the one who shall cut the net, to get me out, if I am captured by foemen from the badlands.
God, Yahweh, help me: you can see that I am depressed, and that nothing in my life has gone as I had planned. Everything is in shambles about my existence. Society shuns me; I am devoid of resources. Corporations are shooting diseases at me, and splashing me with weird chemicals, each way I turn. Draw near in your vortex, come close in your gyre, and rescue me from this inhumane situation. Stop ignoring my pain. Get rid of my enemies, for there are very many of them. And save my country from these hideous forces that lurk in the shadows, these secret cartels that determine the nation’s leadership and trajectory, in spite of the population’s desire. Just once, please give it a try: Make peace on earth.
Let integrity and uprightness preserve me. I still await your answer.
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I challenge you to judge me fairly, O Yahweh: for I have done what is right, but you are not causing goodness to come to me.
I have trusted you, but you have been slipping.
Examine me: look at all the veins inside my heart. Go into my brain, and see the thoughts that I have. Take a look at the lovingkindness that resonates from my chest, from the center of my being.
I am abuzz with pure energy; why do you block it? you give it no place to flow.
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Why should I be afraid of anything, when Yahweh is out ahead like a strongman pulverizing a path, hacking my enemies, so that I can pace forward easily.
Wicked people came running toward me, to bother me, but then they all stumbled and fell.
Whenever I get into trouble, Yahweh swoops down like an eagle and takes me in his talons, and brings me to the pavilions of darkness that serve as his nest, so I can rest there until my fear is abated.
Yahweh gave me a mansion next to the Volcano’s vortex on Jupiter. The mega-vortex: “Big Red.”
Right now, I’m up on this rock, in Yahweh’s pavilion, breathing easier. “Thank you for settling me in your headquarters.” Yahweh lifts me over his shoulders, above my enemies, and I sing songs of joy in the air.
God said: “Seek my face.” And I said: “I will seek your face, O Yahweh; do not hide too far away.” And I sought out and found the face of my god. It was wide and bright.
When my mother and father proved selfish and forsook me, Yahweh God took me up. He taught me his way, and I learned how to walk upon the plain path, which leads toward exuberance.
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I cry to Yahweh: “Do not remain silent! If you keep quiet, I will be like those that fell into the pit.”
I would rather not go down into the pit; I prefer to be with you, O Yahweh, inside your Chamber of Oracles: that special room that is so holy.
Please take away from me these people who speak deceitfully to their neighbors, whose words sound kind while their hearts are planning mischief. Put those thickheaded men where they belong; give them what they deserve: only remove them from me.
I hate people who never think about Yahweh. I think about Yahweh all the time. Praised be Yahweh, for hearing my voice when I asked for favors.
Yahweh is my chaos armor and my two machineguns. My heart rejoices in him. He oils my moving parts, and makes sure anything mechanical is greased up. All things are done in proper order with Yahweh; he’s not a scatterbrain.
Yahweh is the genius of our caravan, and he is the fuel that powers his Anointed One.
We are your goatlings. Save us. Feed us. Lift us up.
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Worship Yahweh in the beauty of holiness.
The voice of Yahweh is upon the oceans: the god of glory thunders: Yahweh stands on the surface of the waters.
The voice of Yahweh is powerful. The voice of Yahweh is majestic.
The voice of Yahweh breaks down redwood trees. Even the towering trees at Big Basin Redwoods State Park. He makes them skip like a calf. Whole countries prance like baby unicorns.
The voice of Yahweh divides flames of fire.
The voice of Yahweh shakes the wilderness. Yahweh shakes the Death Valley Wilderness, and areas within Sierra Nevada.
The voice of Yahweh makes deer give birth. The fawn looks around and sees the forest: she wonders why she got born so early. What was that noise that shook the earth?
Yahweh sits on the flood. Yahweh sits Tyrant forever.
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(A som for the dedication of David’s Black Lodge.)
Extol Yahweh for lifting me up so high, and for preventing my enemies from ridiculing me.
You have brought me up out of the grave, O Yahweh, and sustained my life, so that I do not need to go down into the pit.
Sing unto Yahweh, my fellow warriors. Give thanks that that is not your blood on your blood-spattered clothes.
His anger only lasts a moment. You may be crying all night, but once morning arrives, you feel happy.
And you prospered me. Dear God, you made my mountain immovable. I am now permanently in the way.
But one time you hid from me; I called out for you, but you did not answer. So I said: “Why do you want my blood to flow? How does it profit you, if I end up in the pit? Shall my corpse sing praises to you, from its lips that can’t move? Will my decomposing body broadcast your truth with its dust? Come on, Yahweh, change your mind about ignoring me: be my helper.
Then he turned me from sadness to dancing. He stripped off my mourning clothes, and girded me with gladness. Now I whirl before him, fully exposing myself.
Now I sing to you, instead of groaning in the grave, O Yahweh. You refilled my life, and I will never stop thanking you.
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