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Holycrat Tines

Down from the mountain they came
like a thundering biblical rain
The message was clear
no skeptics round here
they're dangerous sinful and vain

They took to the road like a hack
all political moonshine and quack
Spouting their views
on redemtion and news
for conjecture, none did they lack

In God were the answers we sought
for Jesus our forefathers fought
Not the secular lies
of Enlightenment guys
but the dogma of reformed Christian thought

From the mountains and valleys and rills
they come bellowing Scriptural trills
And parade their wares 'round
the publicity ground
of TV and squawk-radio mills

Like Moses, Levi and Divine
Old Testament law they do mine
As answers for this
and answers for that
perish else to the waves with the swine

And low and behold not a blink
pampered press nor public did think
About what was at stake
should a theocrat rake
emerge as our number one shrink

So now we have holycrat tines
who govern our morals with rhymes
Clipped from a book
whose authors mistook
bad weather for fabulous signs

If you care for your feedom and rights
beware of the theocrat's spites
Whose fears light his Way
commands, Thou shall obey!
All kneel - or bow for the smite