Monday, January 28, 2008

Our Welsh flowers Bloom Anew

What happens in the intermittent?

The space between the spaces we thought we could control?

Flesh flies and feelings turn and double and triple

Back around to a place they started that’s not the same point as before.

Some masochistic equation that needs yards of board and chalk to even attempt to resolve.

Solve for x

Solve for me.

Hours and hours a day turn to wisps of memory and gossip transferred from here to here to here to her…

But still the oldest adages are the truest.

That time brings temperance in a sweet cool way.

That wisdom begets age begets wisdom begets wonder.

Everything else burns away in the crucible of time

That ever-present effervescent animal that lurks stalking and devouring all but the things that are most real.

The things that Are

So we stand here at this corner stripped bare of everything that used to comfortablely cloth us

We stand here survivors of another age

Believers in a renewed evangelist

Wishers of a reconciliation

Friday, January 04, 2008

Well.... Hell.

Hey guess what? The creator of the universe? Yeah, he doesn't need to to start a Facebook group about how scientists in Siberia drilled a hole to Hell and then tell everyone that if they don't want to be tortured they had better sign up for teh Christian bandwagon.

http://www.snopes.com/religion/wellhell.asp

Four seconds of research tells you it isn't true, and then what does it do? It makes Christians look like a bunch of gullible morons who don't have any idea what is true.

So do me a favor. The next time you get the urge to start a new group about how great God is, and put links to all the "true" stories of faith out there? Don't. The faith will be a lot better of without you.

Wednesday, December 05, 2007

In a one horse open Slay

In this time of Christmas we are reminded as Christians of the place of Christ's birth, that little town in Bethlehem. It still exists in apartheid ruled Palestine. A zionist, not a jewish, government holds the land in a stranglehold even after 50 years of conflict.

For the past half century the people of the people who live in that place that was once the site of the Holiest night have not known the security of peace or the divinity of security and peace.

For the past 50 years people like me have fought and railed and educated, and inevitabley delt with the frustration that comes from fighting a grass roots battle against monetarily endowed giants who feed the ignorance of people the world over.

As in so many situations art has risen to the surface to give voice to the frustration and the anger we all share.
Banksy has just put up a new show in Bethlehem. Check him out if you can.

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Grindyerball and Dumblewhore


or, I could make a subtitle: J.K. Rowling is raving jackass.


Seriously folks. Gay Dumbledore? First of all, your seven book is done lady--could you be any more desperate for attention at this point? And second. No. You don't get to go back and add things to characters after the novels have all been released. You want to change the orientation of someone? Then do it in a book. Otherwise you are just spouting shite to get your name in YET ANOTHER news article.
It would be the same as if George Lucas held a press conference and said, "Oh, You know what. Obi Wan and Luke had a little tet-a-tet just before Luke went back to find Uncle Owen and Aunt Baru. I never added that in there, but I meant to." And while Luca is famous for adding things into 4, 5, and 6, there is absolutely no support for that kind of story.
And the same is true here. If he were really a gay character then why isn't there ONE SINGLE MOMENT over the course of SEVEN books that makes us even question his sexuality. If anything the wiz comes off as A-sexual. I mean he's got to be like ninety or something right?
The main point is either a) she's a lying glory hound who delights in making waves and gay is the "hot" topic right now or b) she is such a lousy author that she couldn't manage actually WRITING about a gay character in any of her books.
Take your pick. Either way, what little respect I had for her as a person is toast.

And don't get me wrong. I love the books. I think they are great children's fiction. But over the years I've had less and less respect for her and this is just the icing on the cake. So more or less, I just say balls to her. Either he is gay in the books or he isn't. If she write some OTHER story, revealing that he is homosexual, then fine. Until then, I am going by the books, and sadly for her, the books say nothing about Dumbldore being gay. So... JK is wrong.

The other thing that started getting to me was how before the last book she was always so inanely mysterious about EVERYTHING. "Oh, Miss Rowling, will people eat chocolate in the last book?" "Oh just wait and see! Hur hur hur..." On and On. Please. Give me a freaking break. I really hope she can't come up with anymore stories about anything now. She's written her cannon, it's done, let's all just move on with our lives.

Oh, by the way: Harry is really a pedophile, and Ron was latent in his developlent because he played with his wand. Yeah, it's all true. She just didn't actually WRITE about those things because she is a dirty bastard. Oh the fan fiction...

Saturday, October 13, 2007

Choosing Well

Luke 17:11-19
2Timothy 2:8-15

This past week I was watching TV, and came across a show on the Home and Garden channel called Deserving Design. If you haven’t ever heard about it, the show’s host, Vern Yip, takes a deserving family and re-designs two rooms for them. One room they help plan to a certain point and the other is a total surprise for them. The episode I caught focused on a husband and wife who had two little boys, and had been trapped in a money pit of a home. Shortly after buying the place, they found that the sub-flooring--that is the part under the carpet--was rotted. Beyond that, as they pulled back carpet and got a look at it, they found the entire floor was covered in black mold and mildew. Before it was all over they had gutted the entire inside of the house and had to trash most of their furniture.
By the time the show got to them, the husband had managed to get all the sub flooring in, and get the walls back up with new painted drywall. That was it. Somehow they were living in this house with no kitchen sink, no carpet and a love seat. There were NO kitchen cabinets, and certainly no dinning room table. The mother confessed they used paper plates and 2 folding chairs in addition to the loveseat to eat together.
The couple was at the end of their budget, and from what I could tell, the end of their wits.
Being relatively new homebuyers ourselves Leah and I kept cringing at the pictures of mold and rotten walls that were being discovered. We had a great home inspection so we are probably ok, but I could really feel for this guy and his family. Leah asked the question, how could they have bought that house not knowing that it was rotting from the inside? Much less how did they live there for months not knowing about it.

I’ve found though that I can be just like that house. I can have a secret problem or unworthy desire that sits in my insides and festers without my really knowing about it. It takes some work at being able to self analyze and say, “what is my problem!?” These secret sicknesses can eek out in subtle ways that we don’t always expect. We kick the cat for no reason, we wake up grouchy, and we made underhanded comments to people who are friends and neighbors, or family.

My uncle has been sick for a long time. More than six years ago he was diagnosed with polymiocytis which I a big word for muscular virus. It’s something that they don’t really know how to treat, and aren’t sure what the virus looks like or what its habits are. So treatment has been pretty much a nightmare of trial and error. The virus has been slowly degenerative; in fact in 2000 he traveled with us to Palestine and Israel walking with crutches and a cane, where as today he is completely wheelchair bound.
It’s easy to pray for these kinds of illnesses. Something we see, something we can see at work, something that we know is destroying parts of the body. It’s an almost visible, ravenous monster that we can wage war upon with our prayers and actions.
But if you asked my uncle I think he would say that isn’t the worst or most difficult part of the disease. The hardest part for him I think has been the mental anguish, the loss of any merit of control that he once had over life and the direction it took. Whatever plans he may have had for his retirement, I am almost sure the being bedridden wasn’t one of them.

The more invisible assailant, the one that preys on our hearts and spirits is far more insidious than anything that could attack our bodies. They are equally as awful to witness, but consider someone who has a disease of the soul, one that isn’t readily treatable or noticeable.
Yet, very seldom do we find ourselves praying over the spiritual healing of one another. It is even more easily forgotten, because we cannot see the outwards signs. Someone breaks a leg you are reminded of the injury every time you see him or her, but those who deal with sickness of the heart wear no such badge.

In the reading were come back to the familiar story of the ten lepers. They suffer and ask for mercy, and in receiving it are cleansed. Which of the lepers would you say were made well that day? All then were healed? Isn’t then answer ten?
I think the answer is one.

If anyone had been around to witness the miracle that occurred they would have seen the ten lepers getting up, obeying the words of Christ and being healed along the way. But nine of them went on from that day still sick.

The author of the gospel uses different words for the healing that is going on in this passage. Originally when they discover that they were healed he writes the word, “Eeayomai.” Which simply means ‘healed.’ In verse 17 when Jesus is asking where the other nine are, he uses the word “Katharidzo,” which means cleansed.
So here we can see that the lepers found themselves healed, but Christ is recognizing a slightly different action. He states that they have been cleansed.
The third word used is perhaps the most important one. At the end of verse 19 Jesus says the man, “You faith has made you well.” The Greek word for well here is “Sozo,” which also is a word used for ‘Safe’ and ‘recovered.’

Jesus is the ultimate physician. Sometimes earthly physicians give us a bad taste in our mouths, we rejoice when we find a doctor this is really good, because half they time they seem like a bunch of know-it-alls who really don’t have the time of day for you and your ailments. Leah had a bad experience just this week, so, excuse my taint of bitterness there. But Christ is the perfect Physician. He is the loving and caring ailment healer that we all yearn for when we are ill, and of course his prognosis goes beyond the physical into the spiritual which is where he is really concerned.

Jesus responds to the lepers. Their cries for mercy do not go unanswered. He gives them instruction, without explanation. They follow and out of their obedience and faith come a healing. But what is also happening at that moment is not just a healing of their flesh, but a cleansing; a washing away of all that was malformed within them, which we know by Jesus’ later comment. Then, as a continuation of the healing process one of the men returns to Jesus to worship and praise GOD, whose power he recognizes in Jesus. ONLY then does Jesus pronounce the man well.

When we seek out healing from God for anything, we sometimes miss two things--especially for those matters of the spirit. When someone is healed of a physical ailment, it seems easy to shout and rejoice, but when there is healing of a mental or spiritual problem the joy seems more subdued, if at all present. First, we miss the return in thanksgiving to God.
Beyond that we miss the fact that after the healing is done we are WELL. Not just healed, not just cleansed, but well. Which, in the Greek form, means that we are SAVED. We have RECOVERED completely from the thing that was plaguing our hearts. We are safe. We are vaccinated against it.

If we fail to recognize the source of the healing and accept wellness we are doomed to repeat behavior. Accepting the wellness is like being able to understand that we don’t need to act that was ever again. We are safe from the behavior. We have recovered from performing that action.
That is what is really means to be cleansed and made well.

Husbands and wives argue about the same things over and over. Heck, brothers and sister, and aunts and uncles, we all do it with each other. When we argue about the same things, or say the same things over and over to one another, there are two reasons. Either, we feel our real story, or what we REALLY want the other person to hear hasn’t been heard, or we are failing to accept healing over it—which is an integral part of the process.

Jesus wasn’t after the healing in the men’s flesh; he was after the recognition of Himself as savior. The one who made you safe. The one who has the power to make you well. And there was only ONE who was able to receive that wellness.

We have rot on the inside that we cant’ always see. Just like that poor house on TV there is mold in our sub flooring just waiting for someone to step in the wrong place and come crashing down.

I wonder what kinds of molds brother Timothy was suffering through when Paul wrote to him this letter. What period of his life was Paul reaching out to touch. Even this small passage seemed wrought with passion and an uplifting spirit. “Keep your mind on Jesus!” Paul says, with a heartening voice of encouragement.
There is always something powerful in someone who is worse off than us teaching us a lesson in being joyful and thankful for the blessings that are present. I’ve seen it hundreds of times on mission trips. Old and young alike look to the poverty in which we are usually working and you can see the gears of thankfulness begin to turn in their heads. The most meaningful saints on these trips are the ones who have the least and still rejoice in what they have been given from God.
Paul does the same here. Reminding Timothy that even though he sits in jail, treated as a criminal he is willing to endure it joyfully because of the greater prize. The pains and discomforts of the body could not compare with the health in his spirit.
That is how we die in Christ. We find blessing and contentment in the things that matter. We concern ourselves with the health of the sub-floor and the foundation, and not so much on the brickwork found on the façade.

The complete cycle of wellness from Christ does not end with the healing. Healing merely opens the path for us to return. The cleansing is only half the mission in our relationship with Christ. We are meant to go back at that point to the master, and recognize him. We are meant to see him as the source of our true healing and to give thanks in a glad spirit for it. Because only then will we have the blessing of the Christ to go. Only then do we have the USDA GRADE A stamped on our foreheads, only then are we truly well.

If we attempt ministry as unwell people, then we are met with frustration. If we try love as unwell people, then we are met with distortion. If we try to build faith as unwell people we are met with dissension.

To begin the healing of our hearts we must cry mercy to the Lord, we must seek out his voice, and see him as the healer. We must follow the instruction that he places on our heart until we see the cleansing. And then we must return to him, bow at the feet and give credit to the God who provided the cleansing through grace. Only after we have then received the full measure of wellness can we begin to embark on what is to come.

So as we are cleansed, return to the feet. As we are healed, kneel before Him that gave us grace, and look up, wait for that pronouncement of wholeness in your spirit and be ready to get up, and go into the work he has set aside for each of us.

Sunday, September 09, 2007

Who Needs Math? No You're Never gonna Get it...

Philemon 1-21

Luke 14:25-33

One of my degrees in undergraduate studies is in Sociology. Being a Bachelor’s Degree we never got very far into specific fields, and so took a lot of different classes as far as the different schools of Sociology went.

I did take the extra electives in Criminology however. It cost me a little extra time but it was worth it really. I was absolutely fascinated by it. And, as a perk the advanced class was allowed to take a trip to Moundsville penitentiary. This place is semi-famous if you have ever seen “The Night of the Hunter” with Robert Mitchum, and even more recently it aired in an episode of “Ghost Hunters” on the Sci-Fi channel. It’s really a pretty intimidating place.

Our visit started out as a lark really, but once you arrive at the façade of that imposing Gothic structure you get an immediate sense of seriousness. Even our troupe of giddy sociology majors took on a tone of abrupt silence as we walked through the first gate.

We received the full tour that day. We even sat in one of the small cells, and laid hands on the bars. We even took a short walk over to the prison coal mine that, in its day, was a hand operated shaft mine worked on by the inmates.

Thinking about this experience still brought a little shiver to me as I was reading Paul’s letter to Philemon this week. It may have been that he starts the letter out with “From Paul, who is in jail…” From what I understand Roman run prisons were no picnic either.

There is an ancient prison still around in Rome if you ever get the chance. It’s called the Mamertine Prison, and as it was built in the 300s B.C. it is the popularized incarceration point of Paul and Peter. Sallust, a Roman writer of around 40 B.C. (within a generation or so of Paul and Peter), describes it as being “about twelve feet deep, closed all round by strong walls and a stone vault. Its aspect is repugnant and fearsome from its neglect, darkness, and stench.” Sounds pleasant.

I really have to admire Paul’s tone in the letter after reading that. He’s talking about how dear everyone is and how the ministry of those on the outside encourages him. But, then again, maybe incarceration is making these joys easier to see.

Paul’s real purpose in all this is to ask something of Philemon. Who, as we understand it is a leader of the church in Colossae, in what is now the middle of Turkey. Paul wants him to take back his slave. His slave, who apparently ran away, and from the letter, probably stole from Philemon and who knows whom else. And more than take back, Paul isn’t returning him as a slave but as an equal in Christ. And more than that he wants Philemon to do it as an act of real love and kindness and not something that he is begrudgingly accepting. For a guy writing from prison he sure expects a lot out of people.

Let’s get some more of Onesimus’s story though. I mean, who knows how he met Paul, either by fate, or perhaps he ran away to travel with him, but regardless he lands in the same place and through Paul’s witnessing he has that precious conversion experience. Paul, now having also befriended Onesimus is confident enough in him to send him out to minister on his own, and admits to not wanting him to go because he is such a comfort to Paul. Paul is actively healing the gap between master and slave before our eyes. He begs, he cajoles, and he even tries a little guilt to get Philemon to agree.

In a line that makes Paul’s poor eyesight known to us he write that he will pay back whatever is owed by Onesimus, writes it in the large letters of his own hand.

If I was Philemon I’m not sure I would be too keen on taking Onesimus back. There’s a little hubris in all of us that initially wants to reject those who walk out on us. But hopefully Paul’s poignant joke stuck in his head long enough to have him reconsider.

Oh, did you miss the joke? Well you have to speak Greek to get it, and without the dictionary I would have skipped it as well.

The joke is in Onesimus’ name partly. The name literally means “useful.”

And so, in the letter when Paul is saying that before Onesimus knew Christ he was Useless to Philemon, but now, he is Useful to the both of them for the minister that he could be, there is a certain wry smile in it.

I think it’s funnier if you know Greek.

But the way Paul writes is masterful, much like Jesus’ parables it was a little statement intended to stick out. Maybe hours after reading the letter Philemon is sitting around thinking about Onesimus and the welcome he might receive when suddenly some part of his brain clicks and he gets it… “USE-ful… oh man I get! Ha ha ha ha… Oh that Paul.”

In high school I had a good buddy who lived next to about 400 acres of woodland that we would hike around in all the time. One winter on a warm day there was a creek that was high with snowmelt, and there were five or so dead trees on our side of it. My friend always carried an old machete with him on the hikes and we looked at cutting one down. Without really saying anything I measured out the shadow of one of the trees, and then the shadow of my friend with he was standing there. A few mental calculations and I picked out a tree for him to start working on. After it fell and we worked our way across, my friend commented to me, “Excellent use of trig there.” I was horrified. He stood there smirking because he knew what I was thinking. I hated math. I loathed it. I had only taken trigonometry because I was required to take it, and here I had actually used it in the real world.

We seek to serve God. In that seeking I know there are times in which we believe certain things to be useful and certain things not to be. I’m sure before receiving the letter Philemon was probably grousing about his missing slave. Griping about his usefulness or lack thereof. And he was a leader of the church.

When he received Paul’s letter I’m sure he wanted to say, “Oh Paul, surely not. Surely not him.”

Paul does well in the letter to remind Philemon that he too owes Paul his life for bringing him salvation. He reminds Philemon that he was once a slave as well—a slave to sin and wrongdoing without the grace of Christ. And so have we all been. I identify much more easily with Onesimus than I do with the other characters in this story.

What did Paul say to Onesimus? What was it that cemented their kinship so closely? Surely just the open hearts that a conversion experience brings, but how did Paul empower him to meet his former master on solid and even ground? Did he tell him how to fulfill the promise of his own name?

Jesus was being followed by enormous crowds. Which maybe partly was due to the rumors going around about his making wine and lunch for everyone? I am a little glib about the crowd mentioned here though only because Jesus kinda seems like he is trying to get rid of them.

I mean look at the language he uses. Well, first he turns, and I have this weird image in my head for some reason of a Jesus who is walking around, maybe easily at first in the countryside, and as more and more people keep filling up the crown behind he walks a little faster, and a little faster until he spins around and tells them what is what.

Maybe he knows that in their hearts they aren’t ready to really follow him. Maybe he knows that they really are following him to see something cool happen.

Regardless though the scripture says he turns, and wow. Unloads with both barrels of the shotgun. He says that in order to be a disciple, that is a student of His, you must love Him more than anyone else in your family. And moreover, you can’t even come with Him unless you love Him more than you love your own life.

Do you think that the crowd thinned out a little at this point?

Of course this is a great point. One that we struggle with daily probably. We must not have anything, or anyone else ahead of the place that God has in our hearts. The motives of the family cannot interfere with the directions that we have from God. The emotional pull of the family cannot overcome the emotional blessing of God. And if the family can’t even compete, you can imagine the place the rest of the world has.

Jesus is talking about preparedness. We’re at chapter 14 here and more than halfway through the whole book of Luke. He’s got the cross on his mind already and he knows what the life afterward is going to take. He knows the convictions that becoming an apostle is going to take.

And true to form he tells a story about it.

The stories say, how can you start something so huge as a tower, or something so important as the defense of your city and not be prepared for the reality! If you did people will laugh at you! The city will fall, and there will be no achievement. So then, He says, you cannot follow my teachings unless you give up everything of yourself.

And what are our great projects? How can we raise a family if we don’t study what God wants for us? How can we be a good friend if the Spirit doesn’t lead us in our actions? How can we possibly be a follower of Christ or his teachings if we don’t know or aren’t prepared to deal with the consequences? We cannot.

Jesus wants followers who are going to be useful. And not just useful in the ways that we think we ought to be useful. We think that we have found our niche at times. We think we have the purpose of God all planned out. But God’s purpose for us can change. His gifts can be altered. We may have hidden talents we didn’t yet know we had. Something God had been saving up for a rainy day. And if we don’t constantly keep up with the Will that God has for us, well, then we are salt that’s lost its flavor. We cease being useful. And sometimes we keep plodding away at the same old thing and wonder, gee, why aren’t I as effective as I used to be?

The power of Christ changed a slave into a free Disciple. Onesimus didn’t tell Paul, “no, no, I’m a slave. Maybe I should just try to be a really good slave instead of taking al l the responsibility of being free.”

We need convincing sometimes like Philemon. We think we have a good handle on things. We keep thinking that we have finally got it. We read a passage of scripture and we say that it means this, and this. And true scripture is irrefutable, but we must be aware of the Words the Spirit has for us through that scripture.

There is an oriental proverb of a monk who sits on the end of a road taking the toll for a bridge. He gets bored one day and asks a man crossing the bridge what he saw something down the hill, and the man replies, “Two women doing laundry and a cow standing in a field, and a troop of soldiers.” A while later he asks the same to a boy coming the same direction. The boy replies, “I say a boy and a girl with a kite, which had a long tail and was red like a dragonfly.” The monk is puzzled and asks if he didn’t see the soldiers or the cow or the women washing? “Oh yes,” says the boy, “but they were very ordinary.”

God has different things to show us on the path at different times in our lives. If we cease looking around for things that have changed then we run the risk of becoming useless.

Is this part of what Paul told Onesimus? Surely he spoke as Jesus did of the self-denial and the dedication that becoming and apostle would take. And coming from a group of guys who were imprison for their conviction I’d say that was probably a pretty weighty idea. Nothing like trying to recruit followers while incarcerated for that very belief. “Hey, want to be a Christian?” “Sure! By the way, what are you in for?” “Being a Christian.” “Really… Well, on second thought…”

What Paul said must have overpowered all of that kind of thinking. “Onesimus,” he said, “fulfill your namesake in a way you never thought possible. Become useful to God himself as a part of His wonderful plan of Love and Salvation for this world.” Yeah! All right Paul! He should recruit for the Armed Forces! That guy could sell a furnace to the devil.

And that is a wonderful task with which we are charged. To be useful in the grand design. How many of us long to have purpose? To have a part to play and here is a loving God who has that part. And it’s not just any part, there are no bit or backstage roles to play in God’s plan, each is integral and wonderful in its own way, and by being useful we find ourselves reaping the blessing that God has promised. It’s like part of the acting contract we have.

So as we go out, trying to find our way to be useful to Christ, we must be ready for some cross carrying, be ready to let the personal wants slough off us, and be ready to release those personal issues that stand in our way.

Christ will give us the courage to know what we HAVE to do in our lives to be useful, but the true disciple is one who can do it because of Love. Love like someone who was once in Jail for Christ.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Flight of the freakin Awesome...

I never liked their stand-up that much, but the HBO show is really great... some favorite lyrics...


Foux Da Fa Fa

J: Je voudrais une croissant
J: Je suis enchante
J: Ou est le bibliotheque?
J: Voila mon passport
J: Ah, Gerard Depardieu
B + J:Un baguette, ah ha ha, oh oh oh oh
B: Ba Ba ba-ba Bow!
B: Foux da fa fa
Foux da fa fa fa fa
Foux da fa fa
Ah ee ah
B: Foux da fa fa
Foux da fa fa fa fa
Foux da fa fa
Ah ee ah
B: Et maintenant le voyage a la supermarche!
B: Le pamplemousse (grapefruit)
B: Ananas (pineapple)
B: Jus d’orange
B: Boeuf
B: Soup du jour
B: Le camembert
B: Jacque Cousteau
B: Baguettte
J: Mais oui
J: Bon jour
F: Bon jour
J: Bon jour
F: Bon jour, monsieur
J: Bonjour mon petit bureau de change
B: Ca va?
L: Ca va.
B: Ca va?
L: Ca va.
B: Voila – le conversation a la parc.
B: Ou est le livre?
J: A la bibliotheque
B: Et le musique dance?
J: Et le discotheque.
B: Et le discotheque
J: C’est ci, baby!
J: Un, deux, trois, quatre
B: Ba ba ba-ba bow!
All: Foux da fa fa
Foux da fa fa fa fa
Foux da fa fa
Ah ee ah
Foux da fa fa
Foux da fa fa fa fa
Foux da fa fa
Ah ee ah
F: Ou est le piscine?
J: Pardon moi?
F: Ou’est le piscine?
J: ...Uh...
F: Splish splash
J: ...Uh...
F: Eh...
J: Je ne comprends pas.
F: Parlez-vous le francais?
J: Eh?
F: Eh? Parlez-vous le francais?
J: Uh ....No.
F: Hmmm.
B: Foux da fa fa
Foux da fa fa fa fa
Foux da fa fa
Ah ee ah
Ba ba ba-ba bow!

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Frodo -- Just the Rap

BRET AND JEMAINE
Yo Frodo, what you doin' wearing the ring?
All powerful jewelry, is that your new thing?
I know it's hard when you're little more than 3 foot 4
Your little ass so close to the floor.
Trying to lead the fellows to the gates of Mordor
The Fellowship!
(Yea the fellowship)
I don't rap about bitches and hos,
I rap about witches and trolls,
just passing on the words of the Elven king,
Wisdom to all
Frodo! Don't wear the ring!


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