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"ASK ANY COMMUNIST"--MO August 21, 1973 NO.256.--GP
Copyrighted August 1973 by the Children of God
Box 31 London WC2E 7LX England, or B. P. 752 75123 Paris Cedex 03 France
Pray tell me this, if not amiss:
Ask Commie if he's happy!
Is heart content and life well spent
Or does he still feel scrappy?
And is his pie still in the sky
And not like yours and mine
Or does he sigh he cannot buy
Our happiness of mind!
Yearns he for death so free of breath
To terminate his tears?
Or has he pain and cries in vain
To free of all his fears!
Is hushed his crying and ceased his dying
Grows he no longer old?
Or fears he death and its foul breath
As body grows so cold!
Tires he of sighing but scared of dying
When death's head ugly rears?
And finds he less than happiness
As God prolongs his years?
Has he quit crying for life undying
And love that cannot fail?
Some future bliss will he just miss
And life e'erlasting wail!
When he's found this I'll drink his piss
With plans that always fail!
When what he cares with me he shares
His purpose will avail!
If he'll impart right from the start
A life that's always free
Then I will say I'll go his way
And he's the one for me!
But till he does, I'll not his fuzz
I'll not trade mine for pot!
His promised heaven I'm 'ready livin'!
Why trade for what I've got?
So let him dream till out of steam!
--I've got contentment now!
Why should I trade for noise he's made
And dreams of later row?
He's not what seems, for all his dreams
He can't give here and now!
Why should I miss my present bliss
He can't give anyhow?
When death I meet and lost loves greet
And am forever free
The love I know for'er will grow
And live eternally!
Why dirty work for this damn jerk
Who wants to fight in streets?
He'd better list and get the gist
And hope he Jesus meets!
I'd rather love of God above
And have my happiness
Than list to tripe of his own stripe
And make a hell of mess!
For he's yet to show me how he can blow me
With his system he says is so blest
I'll take my roses while I can count noses
And he can have all of the rest!
He can have his tomorrow so full of such sorrow
And its fears he for me can't allay!
For all of his sorrows and future tomorrows
Can't rid me of yesterday!
My day is already so full of what's ready
And the happiness God's already given!
For the life that he talks and he so seldom walks
I tell you I'm already livin'!
Long after he's passed from these things that don't last
And the things here for which he has striven,
I'll live with my wife a much happier life
Than the hell into which he'll be driven!
So if these words make sense to you
Then listen to my reason:
For I would soon go hence with you
Than listen to his treason!
I'd sooner have my liberty
Than all his slavery!
His educated jibbery
Just leads to knavery!
Let him live his lie before I die
And then I might believe it!
But if he can't, may he repent
And living Truth receive it!
So here we stand upon the sand
'Twixt Hell and deep blue sea!
The redhot hell of his poor land
Or church as cold can be!
You think it odd we have but God?
But He has made us free!
So take your Reds and Fascist heads-
We'll take our liberty!
The churches cold can have their old
And ministers' pink tea!-
I'll take my fun until I'm done
And leave the rest for thee!
You take your pie in future sky--
I want mine now and here!
For all is mine for which you whine
And you can have your fear!
For I have heaven in my heart
And I am happy now!
So why should I with heaven part
And to your future bow?
You promise me the things to be
Which can't help and when I'm dead!--
Horizons blue and things to do
When Marxist blood runs red!
I'd rather die than live your lie--
Still happy I would be!
For why should I live for your lie
And things you can't give me?
The flowers of Spring, the birds that sing
--Did you make all of this?
And pray if not, then tell me what
You can create like this!
Methinks you can't!--For things you pant
But things cannot bring bliss!
For things won't grant the good you rant
And happiness you'll miss!
For Jesus gives me everything
Much more than you have got!
For Christ is our Creator,
King Which Communism's not!
For Reds cannot me joy now give
Nor blues my freedom ring!
For Jesus Christ I now can live,
My happy heart now sing!
So won't you take my Jesus now
Instead of counterfeit?
To love and live He'll show you how
And that's the truth of it!
Don't be a ham for empty sham
And hollow words and lies!
The Communist cannot have this,
Not even when he dies!
For truth and Spring our God can bring
And happy you can be!
Take Jesus' joy right here and now
And you'll have more than he!
Come with us now!--We'll tell you how!
--His heavens we can't wait!
For we are happy here and now!
--His heaven is too late!
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