and a martian came and ruined my solitude
with his burps and his cries and his vagabond tears
and i had to listen, i mean, i'm not a cold one
i have my gentle side
but i really wanted to get on with my carpentry
and mary was in the next room screaming
"look at this thing, you gotta see this"
and she just kept yelling
and so i had to, you know, come in and look at the thing
and it said some heavy stuff, you know
but I really had little idea what it was talking about
at the time
i was more in awe of the thing
mary too
and we both kept looking at each other
and i wanted to ask it why it was here
why it came to us
which it seemed it was trying to address

but it never really said anything i could remember
that's all i recall about it
you know, i thought it was important at the time
but now upon reflection, and after talking to others about it,
i'm convinced it was a vision
a true bona fide vision, like the kind the old people had back in the day
that the scriptures always refer to
people i never thought were like me
people who were destined to be gods
but i realized over time
that maybe i was just like them
one of the lucky ones

but really, how lucky am I?
will they remember me as the kid's father?
i taught him carpentry
he was a good kid, really sweet boy
looked a lot like his mother
(they said he looked like me but i think they were just being nice
or maybe it was the nose that threw them off)
i'll never forget that look on his face when I got him that trowel on his ninth birthday
i could really see that he loved me
and i knew he would be strong and provide for us...

which i think he would've been able to do were it not for the Zealots
they really came in and cleaned house on this part of town
i didn't see it coming
i mean, i did, but i just didn't think anything of it
i thought they'd go away
i thought the pilate would get them, the romans, you know, if they caused too much trouble
thing is, they weren't strong enough to take on the romans
just strong enough to prey on the poor and misguided among us
and really, why would the romans have cared?
they were happy to get us jews off their backs
and at each others necks
so we wouldn't notice how we were being ruined by the romans
i swear to god one day they'll get theirs
if there's a way and a will i will bind with such a movement and kill those bastards
and the zealots felt the same way, too
it's just that they never really attacked the romans
their only way to feel power was to redistribute it around what little us jews had in the first place.

such a tragedy, i wanted to stop it
i wanted to keep them from taking myson's mind and heart
and making it fit their will
they're abusing his sense of decency
they're exploiting his ability to look people in the eye
and make them trust him down to the very core.
his ability to make everyone he sees a friend within three breaths.
now they've got his power
and they're filling his head with ideas
seducing him by flattering him
telling him what power he has
what he could accomplish

i tried to make him competitive
i tried to make him play games with the other neighborhood boys
I thought a little bit of competitiveness would be a good asset
i never saw that he would become such a swindler
take such unfinished ideas and run with them
run them into the ground
do the hocus-pocus show the zealots trained him to do
wow the masses at market
the masses that clamor around
when the zealots promise gold and eternal life and reuniting with the dearly departed
i think he believes it now
I think he thinks he is a messiah
zealots do this all the time with talent

sun dec 24
12:24 am

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