“
Trick or treat
Dance to the beat
Coz we got you neat
Oh you sly Herod got the heat
And now totally unsettled on your seat
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(source: unknown)
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Sat on your throne feeling neat
Any wagging tongues your guards beat
You called the shots and dictated the beat
You get angry and the innocent feel the heat
You give the orders and it all becomes a bloody treat
Well now feel my beat
I’m gonna give it to you neat
I turn on my words like the heat
From my kitchen comes a nuclear treat
Coz I’m a righteous gangster from heaven’s seat
All we got in life are a treat
Handed to us all in our seat
We can’t control life’s every beat
Not to speak of our every heart’s beat
Who survives when life brings on the white heat
Whether we work under the heat
Or play games each lounging on his seat
Fate is a cunning illness none can fully treat
Though we alter some events at life’s complex treat
There’s much in this party that doesn’t dance to all our beat
So whilst on your sadistic seat
Feeling like a god so fly and neat
The magicians heard a different beat
And did not stagger at the sight of your heat
But rocked side to side at the Chef-God’s treat
And now Herod feel the heat under your seat
As you just got beat at your own grand treat
Coz the Chef-God’s heat cooked you neat
Giving you a treat to his version of heat
Time to feel my beat crash your seat
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Matthew 2:1-13 contains a summary of how Herod’s attempt at killing God’s son was totally foiled.
Narrator: “Hollup magi, I’m coming. Herod’s goose is cooked! Let’s go see those gods of the 21st century feeling like they own the universe and all of existence. We need to remind them they didn’t conceive, incubate and give birth to themselves. Now that they all grown up and making a few bucks and academic degrees, they be barking up and down the streets with doggy philosophies and belching with goaty pride!”
I Feel Shadows 