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God’s Fire!

Most accidents are avoidable, 
I’m sure you would all agree, 
In modern society, high-tech, 
Where things are more robust.
 
All my relatives believed in, 
God, Jesus and the holy trinity, 
But since there is no god here, 
You just make him up, buck. 

The seventies saw older folks, 
Imply the incident was from god, 
When their rags fell of the line, 
Hanging in front of the open fire. 

It was a sacred communication, 
From god to the entire family, 
When grandmother only alone, 
Would come running to quell. 

Mother would put on her hat, 
Wear the spiritual cap, illuminate, 
Direct words from very god, dais, 
Spoken to her own mother, father. 

I got involved in this whole act, 
But quietly, with atheist respect, 
When I advised they be careful, 
With the clothes on the horse. 

I ignored evil eyes from mum, 
Joisted with dad who questioned, 
Rejected James, bounced away, 
And stubbed out lovely grandad. 

Then, they inquired into my fears, 
If I could cope with the situation, 
So I just retorted I was not saved, 
And so could cope with events. 

James went off his head, nuts, 
Dad hesitated, then roared shamed, 
Mum made gestures with her hands, 
Personality accusations she’d land. 

Fires in that old Stitchill house, 
Made me very angry and very sad, 
About Christianity’s standing, height,  
Which is just so very grand and tall. 

Every family is people-driven, 
If you make chat you’ll befriend, 
If you organise play you’ll attend, 
And if you’re careless you’ll harm. 

You can put god into the equation, 
Or leave him out, but family’s cell, 
Only, if you add him you’ll claim, 
Suffering probably as from him. 

Genetics means bodily conditions, 
Carelessness means injuries, burns,  
Random crashes, obviously no-one, 
And job loss is not your lateness. 

You live best when you specify, 
So yes, your MD came down, 
From your parents genetics given, 
Explanation stops there for kids. 

My parents hated what I’d said, 
To my grandmother to take care, 
So told them not to respect me, 
Not to do what I said, insane me. 

Then she denied saying that, 
Saying that I was insane, well, 
I then knew for real deviation, 
Lying, make fundamentalism. 

The lord didn’t start the fire, 
To test my grandmother out, 
Her domesticity and devotion, 
To her house, husband John. 

There is no god available, 
Who speaks when you allow, 
There’s only hurt for others, 
When you play with hot fire.
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