Michael Ramel The Primordial Poet Poet Rhyme

Notes About The Poem

[1] "I will choose freewill" an excerpt from the Rush song "Freewill" from the Permanant Waves Album [1980]

[2] 1 Corinthians 15:52; 1 Thessalonians 4:16

(There will be a big bang at the end of history. Everyone will hear it, and endear it, juxtaposed against the fallacious and obfuscated big bang that no one heard because no one was around). It's not hard to predict something in hindsight.

Paraphrases of Luke 19:40; Numbers 22:28, 30; Exodus 20, The Genesis Accounts, are referred to in this poem

The Heretical Hypothetical (The Pollution Solution)

The Spear of Destiny
          pierced Jesus’ side for you and me
It was thrust in 
          to make sure that Jesus died for our sin
Did it help Charlemagne garner number forty-seven?
Did it help (in battle) all who called upon it to win?

All men claim to be turned into gods
But Jesus’ claim is that He became Man
Something unique in HIStory 
So take the Galileans' hand

The Buddha's tooth is like the Evolutionary pig tooth
That has sunk its teeth into bad theories
In today’s world you must be careful
Into what you look and call queries

If Eve would not have eaten the fruit 
Because it would ruin her fig’r
Would it still be sin? 
Yes, because in both cases it’s a trig’r:

To get you to doubt what God has said
To get you to fall for a play on words instead
God said “If you eat of that tree, you shall surely die”
Satan said “don’t swallow that lie”

Satan said this to get your ears, 
           and play on every fear
So, call out to God
           while He is yet near

Jesus doesn't sidle
So you can make Him into an idol
But will bridle 
         the idle that idle

But teaches His philosophy 
To release our minds in bondage 
        from besetting sin to thinking free

"I will choose freewill" [1]
Don't fall for that tautology
The very essence of this mindset
Is that no choosing in necessary

Don’t make any graven images of Me
Or (of and in) the earth, the sky or the sea
All holy relics are forged, but don’t comport
In place of the place, we worship The LORD

Why God allowed His Image to be sullied by the masses
Is a mystery to me, an enigma (as He speaks through asses)
And if He did not speak rocks would cry out
Whenever the Second Coming is, that day will be loud [2]

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