After A Quiet Bible Reading On Sunday

I, Catcha-caballah, was on the chemical junkyard on the Day of the Lord, when behind me there was a great voice as of a trumpet! And It said: you don't know A, you don't know B, you're not even beginning, you're in a dead end and besides you're trespassing. So write this down and send it to the community in Babylon, for the wisdom of the world and as an undeniable proof of your stupidity and ignorance. I stepped aside and let the truck pass, and I saw that the Angel of the Lord was behind the wheel. His teeth were yellow as the sky while he sang this hymn:

Fallen fallen, the mighty Babylon!
It has become a place of virtual hugs.
I'm not real because I have no gender.
In fact I'm a man and God is a woman,
But it would be bad PR if it came out,
Although it is not so and who f.. cares?
Some will tell you Catcha is ambitious,
But he dunno know A, he dunno know B,
He's a but a fool and completely harmless,
And he grieveously has to answer for it.
But now he will reveal you (wow wow wow)
Why mighty Babylon has fallen, and still does,
Although there were taverns and whores and beer,
And soldiers and bloodshed and priests and scrolls,
As in all other cities of the age, a good place to live.
The explanation has been provided by Oswald Spengler,
Who in his "Untergang..." distinguished Cultures from Civilizations,
The first being strong and passionate and creative and honoring values,
(Expressed by the continuous sacrifice of almost everything: oxen, virgins, children...)
The second being exhausted and decadent and empty and weak and sceptical and cynical,
Concentrating on texts and bad pastiches and forgetting reality and its complicated challenges,
Such as love. (Just a word! No problemo! Psht! Gone! Disappeared! Away! Nothing left! Vanished!).
Let's be honest: it's only because they are bored that Babylonian women ride dragons
And make themselves immortally ridiculous in the texts of early Christianity.
They wait for Alexander to burn down the city and lead them into slavery.
This seeming very exciting to women, who are all masochists.
The flames will touch the heavens, the years will fall as rain.
Black will be the ruins, the sheep will grase the plain.
And the sheep will **** on Babel's wisdom,
And they'll hungry eat the scrolls,
And there will be Many lambs,
But that Holy Lamb is balls.
Their is noooooo self,
Their is noo sool,
Their is oonly
Brahma.

(And the Angel of the Lord
Went on like this for hours.
Catcha should have cut Him short
But he lacked the mental powers.)

And Catcha-caballah ate his books, got sick, tried to kill himself with a candlestick and didn't get a step further. And now he's waiting for some skinny fellow to invite him for a ride on horseback, with himself and with three of his pals. Copyright the Authorized Version. Hey, that's really a funny book!