Tales From a Dry Rock

Oh Sons of Qorah! What have you done!

Was the Counsel at Jamna not mischeif enough?

You selected a lamb of your own to sacrifice at your custom-designed temple

The poor Hasmonaean boy

Tubai you have cursed the world

Oh that Teshub's prophet had succeed in overseeing your obliteration from the map

You failed to learn that Nanna can be replaced neither by a golden grave nor by a jet of Pandora

Your worship of angels has beguiled you

Seraphim fallen have turned your elect one into a goat with guilty tongue

The unholy merchentess has groomed a devil child with the leaves of whispering Niphilim

The strong Nehushtan with 'Gift of the Gab' has found its vehicle and released amphibious offspring upon the earth

Confusion leaping from ear to ear and burping out The Beckoning

"Come to the desert! The Comforter is here!"

And the flies buzz around that dark honey gathered to feed the queen

So many souls stung by deception

Orphans bobbing in the same trance as their dead Master

The Temple of the Son is robbed! A brood of vipers feasts on slaves

To the glory of God who hears and rains upon the just and the unjust

The chessboard is never as it seems