The Skeptic
So, what’s up with Noah?
He’s building an ark,
From early each morning,
‘Till long after dark.
He’s preaching that there
Will be judgment someday,
And so he just works,
While the rest of us play.
It’s really quite foolish,
This nonsense that God
Will destroy the whole world;
His mind’s in a fog.
For nothing has changed
Since the world has begun,
We’re eating and drinking,
And having some fun.
While we’re having parties,
He’s living in fear,
For Noah’s been building
For eighty-some years.
_________________________
Hey, wait, what was that?
Some drops from the sky?
Hey, Noah’s not kidding !!
We’re all going to die !!
NOAH ??!!
NOAH !!!
WAIT !!!
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