Alpha: a Beginning

Wow, how marvelous technology is these days!

Presently, I am not sure if this site will have a cohessive theme or purpose. I may use it to post and welcome in-depth thoughts and opinions, and/or I may post silly thoughts and opinions as well. You may find song lyrics, inspirational quotes, movie/comic reviews, or perhaps political cartoons, personal art work, etc. I may also post daily experiences, as well as my commentary on said experiences. In the end, I just hope that this blog site titled "Parable" can be a forum where everyone can share their "stories", views, and opinions, while having a most excellent time.

Well, to start things off, I will first post the lyrics to a song written by Bob Dylan. This is my humble tribute to our "Commander in Cheif", I welcome anyone and everyone to offer their comments on the lyrics. In addition, please feel free to offer your views on any matter what-so-ever, whether it be the state of our society, or just how much the TV show "Family Guy" kicks ass. Speaking of which, it's official, FOX has announced that the new season of Family Guy will air on Sunday, May 1st. This news is so good, it just has to be fattening!

Heiwa!

Masters of War:
Come you masters of war, you that build all the guns
You that build the death place, you that build all the guns
You that hide behind walls, you that hide behind desks
I just want you to know, We can see through your masks

You that never done nothing, but to build and destroy
You play with our world, like it's your little toy
You put a gun in our hands, then you hide from our eyes
And you turn and run farther as the fast bullets fly

Like judas of old, you lie and deceive
A world war can be won, and you want us to believe
But I see through your eyes, and I see through your brain
Like I see through the water that runs down my drain

You that fasten all the triggers, for the others to fire
Then you sit back and watch, while the death count gets higher
You hide in white mansions, while young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies and is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear, that could ever be hurled
The fear to bring children, into this world
For threatenin' my baby, unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood that runs in your veins

Let me ask you one question, is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness? do you think that it could?
Oh, I think you will find, when your death takes its toll
All the money you made will never buy back your soul

How much do I know, to talk out of turn?
You might say that I'm young, you might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know, though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never forgive what you do

And I hope that you die, and your death will come soon
I'll follow your casket, in the pale afternoon
And I'll watch as your lowered, into your deathbed
And I'll stand on your grave till I'm sure that your dead