- it takes three to tangle properly
Written early November 2009 - (171 lines)
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The Holy Triangle
Is a terrible tangle
Conceived to strangle -
By mystical magic
All reason and logic
At birth, how tragic!
Equilateral
Uniting the carnal
And spiritual
Paradoxical
Truly comical
Needing a miracle
Transmitter-receiver
For every believer
In enraptured fever
Who is to blame
For this fantasy game
And what is the aim?
Oh what a shame
That since he came
The towering frame -
And the lasting fame
Of a certain name
Still obscures the flame -
For so many of us!
If they will not discuss
That is not our loss
But listen old Son
Go back to square one
For time has run -
And the orbit has come
Full circle for some
Where are you from?
The Son of God
Never given the nod
Nor a Fatherly prod
We are not awed
So do not applaud
This colossal fraud
Fatally flawed
But not yet outlawed
At home and abroad
The Son of Man
Came with a plan
To impose a ban -
On anyone else
Who proudly foretells
What will be, and excels
The worst he did say:
Come what may
I am the way!
Rumours were spread
That he rose from the dead!
We believe that instead -
He did not die
For they did not try
To crucify -
Jesus at all
But for the long haul
God chose to call -
His messenger back
To keep him on track
For the next attack
And hiding behind
Every cheap kind
Of gimmick we find -
The Holy Spirit!
Many fear it
So do not go near it
No need to worry
Or indeed be sorry
Not the end of the story
For that which remains
Contains what reigns
Maintains and sustains
Popes with a brain
Attempt to explain
So far all in vain
They lecture and bless
It remains nonetheless
An insoluble mess
Each new one contends
That he understands
Yet none comprehends
For the apostolic
Age is symbolic
And somewhat shambolic
The latest antic
Another frantic
And clever semantic
Time to panic
It is megalomanic
And maybe Satanic
Calling for drastic
Change is a classic
Survival tactic
But every chronic
And well-known topic
Is highly toxic
It is problematic
To be both dogmatic
And very pragmatic
For a truly emphatic
And total fanatic
Is soon a schismatic
So not much scope
Or an honest Pope
Will make his own rope
Not willing or able
To clear from the table
An impossible fable
Has the Church ever
Changed its view? Never -
Not very clever!
The future looks tricky
The road ahead rocky -
Third time lucky?
Trial and error
Christian terror
Look in the mirror!
Quite photogenic
But schizophrenic
Hallucinogenic!
Trepid trio
Dubious duo
Sovereign solo
Triple trouble
Doubtful double
Bursting bubble
Watch the most holy
Symbol slowly
Sinking more lowly
Sad yet so funny
It does not make any
Sense with so many
Purely fictitious
Highly suspicious
Simply ridiculous
Absurdly contrived
How has it survived?
The time has arrived -
To proclaim it loud
Unmoved and unbowed:
Three is a crowd
And at zero expense
We should now dispense
With the whole nonsense
Break the Triangle
With a terrible jangle
Let the bits dangle -
On a hope and a prayer
By an old soothsayer
Until the last layer -
Of what was supposed
To be facts are disclosed
To be lies, and exposed
No need to issue
A farewell tissue
For we will not miss you
The trusted trilemma
In a dire dilemma
All thanks to Allah
How can it be
That not all can see
God is not three
What must we do
To convince all of you
God is not two
When experts are gone
And all said and done
God is ONE
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Copyright © 2009 - IBRAHEEM (O.E.H.Johansen) - All Rights Reserved
Written early November 2009 - (171 lines)
*
The Holy Triangle
Is a terrible tangle
Conceived to strangle -
By mystical magic
All reason and logic
At birth, how tragic!
Equilateral
Uniting the carnal
And spiritual
Paradoxical
Truly comical
Needing a miracle
Transmitter-receiver
For every believer
In enraptured fever
Who is to blame
For this fantasy game
And what is the aim?
Oh what a shame
That since he came
The towering frame -
And the lasting fame
Of a certain name
Still obscures the flame -
For so many of us!
If they will not discuss
That is not our loss
But listen old Son
Go back to square one
For time has run -
And the orbit has come
Full circle for some
Where are you from?
The Son of God
Never given the nod
Nor a Fatherly prod
We are not awed
So do not applaud
This colossal fraud
Fatally flawed
But not yet outlawed
At home and abroad
The Son of Man
Came with a plan
To impose a ban -
On anyone else
Who proudly foretells
What will be, and excels
The worst he did say:
Come what may
I am the way!
Rumours were spread
That he rose from the dead!
We believe that instead -
He did not die
For they did not try
To crucify -
Jesus at all
But for the long haul
God chose to call -
His messenger back
To keep him on track
For the next attack
And hiding behind
Every cheap kind
Of gimmick we find -
The Holy Spirit!
Many fear it
So do not go near it
No need to worry
Or indeed be sorry
Not the end of the story
For that which remains
Contains what reigns
Maintains and sustains
Popes with a brain
Attempt to explain
So far all in vain
They lecture and bless
It remains nonetheless
An insoluble mess
Each new one contends
That he understands
Yet none comprehends
For the apostolic
Age is symbolic
And somewhat shambolic
The latest antic
Another frantic
And clever semantic
Time to panic
It is megalomanic
And maybe Satanic
Calling for drastic
Change is a classic
Survival tactic
But every chronic
And well-known topic
Is highly toxic
It is problematic
To be both dogmatic
And very pragmatic
For a truly emphatic
And total fanatic
Is soon a schismatic
So not much scope
Or an honest Pope
Will make his own rope
Not willing or able
To clear from the table
An impossible fable
Has the Church ever
Changed its view? Never -
Not very clever!
The future looks tricky
The road ahead rocky -
Third time lucky?
Trial and error
Christian terror
Look in the mirror!
Quite photogenic
But schizophrenic
Hallucinogenic!
Trepid trio
Dubious duo
Sovereign solo
Triple trouble
Doubtful double
Bursting bubble
Watch the most holy
Symbol slowly
Sinking more lowly
Sad yet so funny
It does not make any
Sense with so many
Purely fictitious
Highly suspicious
Simply ridiculous
Absurdly contrived
How has it survived?
The time has arrived -
To proclaim it loud
Unmoved and unbowed:
Three is a crowd
And at zero expense
We should now dispense
With the whole nonsense
Break the Triangle
With a terrible jangle
Let the bits dangle -
On a hope and a prayer
By an old soothsayer
Until the last layer -
Of what was supposed
To be facts are disclosed
To be lies, and exposed
No need to issue
A farewell tissue
For we will not miss you
The trusted trilemma
In a dire dilemma
All thanks to Allah
How can it be
That not all can see
God is not three
What must we do
To convince all of you
God is not two
When experts are gone
And all said and done
God is ONE
*
Copyright © 2009 - IBRAHEEM (O.E.H.Johansen) - All Rights Reserved
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