You're done spending your money,
I just wanted milk and honey
You took our world to the shoots.
Why is everyone so poor?
Why is everyone so sore?
Why did I need your money, dude?
Was it not you who made it bad
Who made everyone so sad
So I'll just eat my good food.
I shouldn't have needed your money, dude.
My dad's a good man
And he doesn't understand
That I don't need your money, dude.
But so he doesn't get so poor
I'll just hold my hand out more
While my books sit for sale and just stew.
And if you don't pay me
I'll go out on the streets
And leave my dad with his wealth and pule.
I was just a tad too late
So I will starve at the gate
Like Lazarus, and die with no food.
Why did you make me sad
Why did I get so fat?
Was it not because you were so lewd?
You took every cent I had
And you hid it in a bag
And you made me get high on some tunes.
I don't need you.
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Another Midrash
Oh my people! Repentance is coming into the land. The Sodomite is no longer elevated, yet a king's design is for war. Jeremiah was taken down to Prison--he was a captive in his own home--and he said, "Do not go to Egypt." Yet, they forced him there, and he did what he could, destroying even himself. And his soul was tormented by the envy of the demons. Why were you tossing on your bed, and meditating on suicide? Oh Jonah! Why did Nineveh repent in ashes? False Messiahs raise up in the land... I have seen it... yet this is not the end. This is the birth pangs, but my people, when you see that man of lawlessness, you shall be caught up, and never see suffering again. The LORD shall preserve you, if you call upon His name, and trust in Him. The King's King is destroying the LORD's evidence, and is making confusion. Have faith, and believe... for the Law is still good and wise, and speaks to our current times. Heed carefully, and repent, and follow the course of love, and curse not anymore. For by curses you shall live, yet if you repent, and curse no more, you shall be saved. Curse not, I say! Oh foolish Christians, you idly speak your curses over all, and have maddened the heart of saints, and made him sad, whom the LORD had not made sad. Cheer up the king, and say, "Cut off from you the wicked stem, that stem of Edom, and come, eat and drink, and let the next generation take up the lament!" Yet he would not. Oh, what shall I do for you, Israel? What shall I do for you sheep of Christ? I say, repent of your curses, and do not idly prophesy, and do not speak burdens, for the burden be upon you, and every man's word be his rule. Repent of your curses, and curse not the king. And curse not the government. And curse not your enemies. Yet you would not. For the king was cursed, by whom? By himself. For he took a good man, and made him crazy, and took his soul into chains, and maddened him profoundly... and he cut off all hope of success. Therefore, free this man from his debt, by forgiving him. Yet you would not. Therefore, his debt shall surely be freed by the LORD, for while he was in captivity, you came and confused him even more--every time, you came and made a weak mind bitter, one who needed healing, and you maddened him with your curses, and made him sign oaths he did not understand. Thus, his oaths be upon you. Do not curse in the land, for the land is full of cursing, and the king observes times, and prophesies falsely. Therefore, curse not, but bless in your heart and soul, and perhaps a grain offering shall be in you. For Jeremiah was innocent, and taken down to the slough, and put there, and brought back up into the courts by a rag. Do not put Jeremiah in prison, let Isaiah eat. Yet you would not. You wounded Ariel and you wounded Hephzibah. And you made them sad, whom the LORD was not making sad, but no, encouraged. And you sought to give the world to a good man, but he rejected it. And he still does. For a prophet speaks on the troubles of his time. Leave him be... do not burden him more than he needs, for his heart is scared and does not know if he is right or wrong. He does not perceive, though it all happen right before his eyes, and yet it is hidden.
Peter Sholze
I am not a mathematician like you,
Peter, but am very curious.
I spend time on the rudimentaries of rudimentaries
And study things in my purview.
I have not made a contribution--
I have pontificated on some things---
But I'd say Abel has already made my discovery.
P Versus NP cannot be,
Because it would generalize a formula for all shapes.
Some P cannot equal NP.
Why? The same reason πr^2 cannot equal l*w.
On a square, it works... if you do the radius times half the parameter
But not on a rectangle. Which is also why ellipses need Calculus
Which I spent about 2 hours figuring out one day.
As we don't know the parameter of an ellipse, therefore
Cannot generalize a simple formula for the shape;
And even then it wouldn't work on a rectangle, so you go nowhere.
We know the curve of a circle is pi, we do not know the curve of an ellipse
And that is why we need Calculus.
And then, I have one more inane idea---
That the Twin Primes can be used to solve Reimann's Hypothesis.
As we can find some way to establish a pattern through them
And the Zeta Function, that may get us to a concrete shape.
Those are my only theories, though...
Just a Philosopher.
Not as brilliant as you.
Another Midrash
LORD, Deborah is glorious, and her battles are fierce. Zebulon writes and aides her in the battle with his pen, and turns the enemy at the gate. But Lo! False seers have maddened Gideon! Don't you see! He was destined to deliver your people, but the false apostles came, and with their fleshly dreams, gave a vision to Gideon, but he won his war. Yet, the spirit of Gideon was wrong from that very moment onward, and he had made an idol out of the golden rings. And he turned all Israel a whoring after gold and filthy riches--for he was mighty. And even greater than that, he declined to be king, thus was half righteous. What shall be done, when I see this spirit changing the lands? And Adam is no longer satisfied by his wife's bosom? Shall we whore after money and gold? Or shall we idolize gold and money? Shall we seek after our portion here? Yes, return oh Israel, and you may have a portion here, as well. Return with your whole heart, and Joel's vision may come to pass, that a meat sacrifice is left in the valley. Do not, oh do not follow after the dreamers, for all dreams are vain. All men shall dream dreams, and the prophets shall see visions--trust in those--but not in false visions which give the spirit of Gideon's false counsel, for the counsel should come from sobriety and not a yoke of delusion. For though the vision comes to pass, it has come from erring mouths, and many such like soothsayers have entered into the congregation, speaking cursing, speaking blessing, dreaming dreams, and causing madness to wreak havoc on the land by their own enchantments. And they have maddened true prophets by their cursing, through many griefs and sorrows! Repent, oh Israel, and let blessing come from your mouth, and not idle curses or idle lies. Repent! Do not any longer teach your prophets to prophesy, unless they receive divine vision. How does one know divine vision? There is peace, and not confusion. There are words of encouragement, and not error. There is not vain and deluded babbling, or curses which curse a good man, and make the man sad whom the LORD had not made sad. Repent! In ashes! Lest bloodguilt be upon you all!
I saw the King scheming, to win his battle, and he had made a massive blunder. He thought no one saw him... and he schemed. For his enemies were truly more powerful than he was, and he was there, scheming. Do not scheme, but let the time come in its moment. Do what is timely in the moment, oh Kings, and not through your scheming. For, scheming backfires and leads the whole land into sorrows, and it leads to wars not paradise. Do not scheme, oh kings, and Prophets do not curse, save it is to enact repentance in the soul. Israel was ashamed of his counsel, and sore vexed by his shameful deeds. The king was maddened by Israel's prophecies, and the whole world too, yet it was the fat Heifers of Samaria who maddened Israel first, and had taught him how to curse. Rebuke them, and not him... for they came to him while in bonds, and taught him error and corrupted his mind in its weakness. Let the LORD purify him, and he shall be made new. Israel shall know God's peace, said the LORD.
Gladiator
Conservatives watch
Real punks being blown away
By guns---entertained.
The Poet
The poet tells me to read a book,
But he is unclear about what even he means himself.
To him, knowledge is agreement on a subject
Between two people... and that's what establishes wisdom.
Yet how can they be agreed, if they themselves
Do not even know what they mean when they speak?
Agreement is then, just mocking sounds
That neither one has the slightest knowledge for.
I'd rather never read another book again,
If that is what he gets from them.
I'd rather read nature, than a book.
My Favorite Pastor
My favorite pastor hates me---
This I know, for his silence is deafening.
He thinks I'm lazy, but well studied.
He thinks I accomplish nothing.
I don't know if it is just envy of me
Or that he thinks I truly am a sinner
And cannot get past the sins I committed in youth.
What am I to do, though?
If I affected nothing, then I am useless
But a human being, am I not?
Surely I am useless for myself
And for others... and he doth judge me a sinner
And I know in my heart... it is true.
I gave nothing.
I did nothing.
I hurt everyone.
I am nothing.
I have a heart to do good, but it does evil.
I know this.
My Friend the Author
She was my friend for fifteen seconds
And I spoke every ill imaginable---
But she was my friend.
My pride is so arrogant
And is why I am poor.
I am as good as a grandmaster
But a villain in my heart persists
Wherever that sore is touched.
I backbite my dad;
I slander honest people;
I get angry at all the world.
Only so far as that sore is touched
And my wound is incurable.
And it aches and agonizes
Every sorrowful burden is passed---
I chose a very miserable career
Knowing I am better than a bestseller
But not noticed by anyone.
And so I am cruel to a good woman
Who was my friend for fifteen seconds
And I can't help myself.
Would the success I get gain me more humility?
Or make me like another Arrogant Author I often run into?
Oh My People
Oh my people, so beautiful in the congregations
How I see your light, and it is an inspiration.
Yet the shepherds have spoiled, and made your sun go down.
You know not what the path is that leads you to the crown.
If I had a modern worship song for you
It'd be to have your faith be proved
And to live life in victory
And wrestle death and Satan's sting.
If I had one thing for you to say...
It'd be that life may not be so gay.
For fear and failure are a common theme.
Riches are not, they just are not our king.
A great world exists in heavenly temples...
Love God, and your neighbor with all reverence.
Know you're light is the light of my life.
The face of joy is my most precious sight.
Yet mourning comes in this life of sorrows
Great men of God are thrown down to the gallows
Of torment and sin and sorrows strong.
Know that your shepherds led you all wrong.
They said, "Life is about Christ and nothing else."
Not loving your neighbor, but they said, "Love yourself."
They say Love God for He is king...
Yet the Law of God they leave it be.
So here's my last stand on this hill, I sing so wretchedly,
Give me faith, for it is my burden, without enmity.
For sorrows rack me every single day
And Satanic forces wish to have their way...
There is no sin for swallowing a bitter pill...
Respite comes in another life...
Make heaven your spiritual wife.
That's the way of life.
The Wicked Witches
The people know they're
Evil, and will slay that which
Kills their dark brethren.
Like Vikings on a warfield
They only know 'bout vengeance.
They terrorize their brothers and neighbors
And they make war with all the other lands;
And when their friend dies, they know only war.
For when the nations will defend themselves,
They only have on ethic, and that's kill.