The Third Commandment (arranged) ©
Total Number:
112
Lyrics and music
by Eugene Mirvis;
Performed by
AIRDM Solutions
The Third Commandment
Not Take the LORD's Name in Vain
Mathew chapter 7 versa 6: “Do not give dogs what is holy, and do not throw your pearls before pigs, lest they trample them underfoot and turn to attack you.” F.I Tutchev, Silentium! “A thought that uttered is a lie”; Shakespeare Hamlet “What do you read, my lord? Words, words, words”. A. Makarevich Flag over the fortress: “It is easy to think you are weak, to change out this world, Lower your fortress’s flag, so unique. Unlock gates and unroll.”
The freedom granted us at birth – is, our conscience, will, and mind.
We seek, we err, we change our goals, within a question “Who am I?”
A frozen shot of Space and Time, impossible to grasp and hold,
Those, like the idols cast aside, thy spirits suffering and bold.
When souls and thoughts had worked enough: year after year, days after nights
Your conscience clearing little stuff, your gazes are crystal, hearts beat right.
You know yourself; you know your guts, your every bit yours every bite
You’ve finalized your faith in mind that gives you hope for further light.
Chorus
Have structured that, be silent then, don’t spread your goodness. Only smile!
Since wise man said, being in vain: “A thought that uttered is a lie!” (twice)
The priests, rabbis, and shrinks control with blinks of winks, your tender soul.
They tell you what is your main call, they play you like a basketball.
“How to work, to live or pray”, what's good, what's evil, what to say.
In essence, they keep wrong gateways to the ideals you convey.
All the religions have a lurch but tough to match faith with a church,
The lawyers won’t defend “freewill” but “free expression” is concealed
Besides, the World-Wide internet can spy on searches private-ism
To feed Big Brother your portrait, to slave you for govern-mental-isms.
Chorus
Beware of that, keep mouth tight, don’t spread your goodness. Only smile!
As a Seer seen (and he was right): “A thought that uttered is a lie!” - (twice)
“What do you read, my lord?” — “The words,” Hamlet swore on a venom sword.
He drank a poison, like MozArt, Who’d music-scored his thoughts, and heart.
Words can’t explain the fear… that makes you shed the tears.
Though don’t in vain bring golden spear! Do not declaim William Shakespeare,
In front of mobs or the public, of Kingdoms, nor Republics.
The words mean nothing to their giggles, who soils your virtuous ideals.
They hate your guts, they sneer your God because you’re different, in fact.
While mock you and your sacred thoughts can any pig or idiot.
Chorus
It is, indeed, not very wise to use your God as a sacrifice.
As a poet said (don’t be surprised): “All thoughts that uttered are the lies.” (twice)
2024