Speck

[Brownlie]

Speck
This is either (1) get the speck out of you eye before you fish in mine, (2) the juniper-smoked ham product, (3) something small, (4) a play on speck-spectacle-vision, or (5) a combo.

Talk about God?
the narrator has been asked to talk about God
Well now, let’s see,
evidence for speck-spectacle

the God that’s in you
is the Devil in me --
[b]evidence for the speck-in-your eye
forgive me my
apostasy,
but a dot for an i
is the Cross to a t.
the dot is a speck
I get the sense that the narrator is being snarky about being defective
When the black and the white
have no in between,
no room for a lie
to be plainly seen,
for all is truth,
can’t tell you it’s not;
“Why was this left out?”
“What’s that you’ve got?
Give it here, I’ve a need to be warm this night[,]
and your differing views gave me quite a fright,
so I’ll burn all your witchery,
don’t try your switchery
Socratic tactics on me.”
these read like lyrics, kinda . . . I can't resolve the call and return except to say it's someone with authority talking to an ingenue

But God?
I don’t know --
He seems like he might
have it right
every now and again.
I just doubt that he’d see
me if I were to be
what you want:
just a speck,
just a mote,
just reciting by rote
all the words that you shove down my throat.

This stanza is Lutheran sola fide vs catechism.

God is bigger than you
and He knows what He’s doing.
Just because I’m eschewing
all the values you cherish,
don’t believe I will perish
in the fires
that are licking
ever closer
while you’re picking
tiny details
from your shiny patent shoes.
def. a cut against the papal red shoes
What a shock, you might be the one to lose,
having thrown all you’ve got
in the wrong bloody lot
without thought,
all for naught --
well, I hope you like it hot.

You know what
God hates the most?
(As does his mate, the Holy Ghost)[?]
Putting words in His mouth,
saying this, saying that
makes you look some kind of twat.
You don’t know that your prophet
was not indeed for profit
and idolatry was not
just cutting market shares,
so now his wares
are uncontested
and the laurels are well rested.
work is done,
God is One,
you have won the Holy Grail
but self-righteousness will fail
in the face of the Maker
and his holy undertaker
as he sees that your soul, while it still seems to be whole,
has been morphed into something less than sod,
and its filth stains the ground as Hosannas ring around
and you face the full fury of your God.

This is a rap song! how delightful! I'm going to try it out . . .

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This might not be what you were going for, but it's what I heard

https://www.dropbox.com/s/h0xcqu8yx4wkcn...-leane.mp3

Nice job. I like the words naught for its proximity to nothingness and I'm also partial to the hosannas though I have really only encountered that word in Milton. Puns are always fun too.