*Dedicated to Chiodos, A Letter from Janelle
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VHjglV81tKw
* Dedicated to a girl who I totally blew it with. I am sorry Wheatnee Button (not her real name)
-----------------------/Ehud
My overture, blogging about my love for you behind your back,
rather than tell you in private, was the most heinous evil in your sight.
I, once deemed a friend, now nothing more than a peoples regressed
worshipping idols of indecorous behavior
bowing before the Baals of creepy, stalkerish men.
So you screamed- a summons to Biz and Pilla, savage children,
man of Ammon, girl of Amalek (about 30 years old)
lusting for blood, in hand spears of disparagement
(fetched from Georgetown)
torches with thick clouds of the black smoke meted out to the shameless,
exclusion from sendoff parties, replete with salacious gossip,
disavowals of all Facebook association –
this relentless onslaught of emotional brutality against my confidence,
city of palm trees.
You gave me the mental framework of the enslaved
carried off.
Back against the wall of my small hut allotted by my oppressors,
this prison of the damned lover, shackles of regret
I brood, I obsess about reprisal,
about Passanutten, and how a guitar and silly singing
truly compliment your beauty, princess of the autumn leaves
my belle of the brief bonfire
cut short by mad screams of neighbors “YOU CANT START A FIRE!!!”
About how I fantasize about your curly hair.
I have this two edged dagger, poetry and passion tucked
under my robe taped to my thigh....
seething and conniving to rid myself of the problem,
my fear of pretty girls- fat disgusting blubbery King of Moab
reclining repugnantly in his summer parlour.
My intention to apologize to you as his present,
packaged in cunning deceit.
I dismiss his royal court to whisper in his ear: “You are ruining
my dating prospects, Eglon, so die”
let my blade impale the pain he has caused, refuse in his veins
pouring from his cut like dirt from his belly.
And so I run whilst my shy countenance tarries
Escaping to Seirath, land of the bold.
I blow a trumpet in Ephraim, Wheatnee,
let this apology come swift like armed soldiers
rescuing a land and correcting a fault,
the people of Israel are contrite-
I didn’t mean to hurt you, only to convey my attraction.
[I AM SORRY FOR BEING A SHY COWARD WHEATNEY BUTTON!!! I KNOW I BLEW IT WITH YOU, BUT I FEEL SO BAD ABOUT IT!!!! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!!]
--------------------Judges 3:12-30
And the children of Israel did evil again in the sight of the Lord: and the Lord strengthened Eglon the king of Moab against Israel, because they had done evil in the sight of the Lord. And he gathered unto him the children of Ammon and Amalek, and went and smote Israel, and possessed the city of palm trees. So the children of Israel served Eglon the king of Moab eighteen years. But when the children of Israel cried unto the Lord, the Lord raised them up a deliverer, Ehud the son of Gera, a Benjamite, a man lefthanded: and by him the children of Israel sent a present unto Eglon the king of Moab. But Ehud made him a dagger which had two edges, of a cubit length; and he did gird it under his raiment upon his right thigh. And he brought the present unto Eglon king of Moab: and Eglon was a very fat man. And when he had made an end to offer the present, he sent away the people that bare the present. But he himself turned again from the quarries that were by Gilgal, and said, I have a secret errand unto thee, O king: who said, Keep silence. And all that stood by him went out from him. And Ehud came unto him; and he was sitting in a summer parlour, which he had for himself alone. And Ehud said, I have a message from God unto thee. And he arose out of his seat. And Ehud put forth his left hand, and took the dagger from his right thigh, and thrust it into his belly: And the haft also went in after the blade; and the fat closed upon the blade, so that he could not draw the dagger out of his belly; and the dirt came out. Then Ehud went forth through the porch, and shut the doors of the parlour upon him, and locked them. When he was gone out, his servants came; and when they saw that, behold, the doors of the parlour were locked, they said, Surely he covereth his feet in his summer chamber. And they tarried till they were ashamed: and, behold, he opened not the doors of the parlour; therefore they took a key, and opened them: and, behold, their lord was fallen down dead on the earth. And Ehud escaped while they tarried, and passed beyond the quarries, and escaped unto Seirath. And it came to pass, when he was come, that he blew a trumpet in the mountain of Ephraim, and the children of Israel went down with him from the mount, and he before them. And he said unto them, Follow after me: for the Lord hath delivered your enemies the Moabites into your hand. And they went down after him, and took the fords of Jordan toward Moab, and suffered not a man to pass over. And they slew of Moab at that time about ten thousand men, all lusty, and all men of valour; and there escaped not a man. So Moab was subdued that day under the hand of Israel. And the land had rest fourscore years.
----A Letter from Janelle Lyrics
We make the sun shine, we make come on
Move with me. Move with me.
Move with me. Move with me.
Don't you think I could tell that you were trying to, trying to
Make a fool out of me. a fool out of me.
Don't you think I could tell that you were trying to, trying to
Make a fool out of me. a fool out of me.
To remember who you really are.
It's so easy to get lost in constantly having to present
Whatever face you believe a person wants to see rather than your own.
Yet we hesitate to surrender all of our insecurities
Move with me. Move with me.
Only the ones we are most comfortable relinquishing
Move with me. Move with me.
Don't you think I could tell that you were trying to, trying to
Make a fool out of me. a fool out of me.
Don't you think I could tell that you were trying to, trying to
Make a fool out of me. a fool out of me.
[x6:]
Such a paradox,
Isn't it, isn't it?
Isn't it, isn't it? [x2]
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