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Summing It Up
Ain’t it time bub
that we be a gettin’
on down to Armageddon?
Last call for
one and all.

Beam me up, Jesus,
time to pay the rent,
you’ve called the game
rapture or lament,
Too many sins to repent
and I can’t draw
an inside straight.

Deceivers on high,
crimes and misdemeanors,
petty crooks and true believers.

When we lose allegiance to the truth,
when we forsake our collective ability
to exercise basic common sense,
then all is lost and nothing shall remain.

Many times over history has heard
this sorrowful refrain, so please let
me explain the dire ramifications
of not paying heed to your soul’s
own perceptions of awful misdeeds.

The only kingdom in which we reside
with comfort and ease is the noble
realization of truth about
the nature of desire and suffering,
equanimity and liberation,
all else is a false equation.
     ---Jack Oakes

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