you're the only thing i ever want anymore
some thoughts: i didn't know until today that 'depart from me, ye evildoers' was a quote from the old testament. it's from psalm 119, from samekh, which along with 'mem' forms the abbreviation for the angel of death. i am MADE OF FACTS. that's a lie; i know nothing. i think it's probably just got letters instead of numbers, but it goes mem, nun, samekh, and i TAKE THAT AS MEANING SOMETHING.
anyway, super-blasphemous interpretation: psalm 119 is all about loving the law. judgement day, the beginning of heralding the new age, is when we are judged by the law. or, that parable (is it even a parable?) is about jesus taking the law to extremes, and is a sort of complicated way of heralding the end of the law/showing how pointless it is. THIS IS PROBABLY BULLSHIT, MAN.
things i might actually think: it was partly him expressing his frustrations with people of the day. see, when i thought this i thought he'd disapprove of himself for these frustrations, but writing it down, he was probably all ~righteously angry~.
this verse is so relevant to him. i can see it echoing in his head, the prophecy and the feeling of being loved, the 'this was written for me' sense that you might oh so-very-occasionally get from reading your own religious book. i'm not entirely sure i get it. probably occasionally. probably in denial. and the parts about 'the word', him thinking ahead to when people say that about him, his hope. and him, so very human, feeling that about the god in him. his life continually in god's hand and not sinning. the wicked setting snares and never doing a thing wrong. FOREVER, EVEN TO THE END. the promise, the agony, ringing through his head and his clenched teeth.
you are my hiding place, my gethsemane, my shield. shield of faith, because eternity means time doesn't matter and all scriptures filled his head. my shield i can't see, who needs swords, you'll only die by them. i wait for your word in the garden, for you to say 'you are free', for you to say, 'no, son, no'. was god silent that night? did his prayers fall on deaf ears? did he pray for the same thing over and over through the years, with no way to stop it from being hopeless (hopelessness gives birth to the living hope, no cherry pie i'm not high).
he wants the evildoers to depart so that he can obey god's commands. which would be useful as a reason for hell if i still believed. wait, i DO. redemptive hell. hell is there because otherwise it would be difficult to obey god's commands? tempting people into sin and all. idk, man. or depart because god told him to say that. :/
'do not let me be ashamed of my hope'. were you ever ashamed? ashamed of god, ashamed of simplicity? is that why you said what you said about children, because you thought it was too sweet and too saccharine? or is that bullshit?
anyway, super-blasphemous interpretation: psalm 119 is all about loving the law. judgement day, the beginning of heralding the new age, is when we are judged by the law. or, that parable (is it even a parable?) is about jesus taking the law to extremes, and is a sort of complicated way of heralding the end of the law/showing how pointless it is. THIS IS PROBABLY BULLSHIT, MAN.
things i might actually think: it was partly him expressing his frustrations with people of the day. see, when i thought this i thought he'd disapprove of himself for these frustrations, but writing it down, he was probably all ~righteously angry~.
this verse is so relevant to him. i can see it echoing in his head, the prophecy and the feeling of being loved, the 'this was written for me' sense that you might oh so-very-occasionally get from reading your own religious book. i'm not entirely sure i get it. probably occasionally. probably in denial. and the parts about 'the word', him thinking ahead to when people say that about him, his hope. and him, so very human, feeling that about the god in him. his life continually in god's hand and not sinning. the wicked setting snares and never doing a thing wrong. FOREVER, EVEN TO THE END. the promise, the agony, ringing through his head and his clenched teeth.
you are my hiding place, my gethsemane, my shield. shield of faith, because eternity means time doesn't matter and all scriptures filled his head. my shield i can't see, who needs swords, you'll only die by them. i wait for your word in the garden, for you to say 'you are free', for you to say, 'no, son, no'. was god silent that night? did his prayers fall on deaf ears? did he pray for the same thing over and over through the years, with no way to stop it from being hopeless (hopelessness gives birth to the living hope, no cherry pie i'm not high).
he wants the evildoers to depart so that he can obey god's commands. which would be useful as a reason for hell if i still believed. wait, i DO. redemptive hell. hell is there because otherwise it would be difficult to obey god's commands? tempting people into sin and all. idk, man. or depart because god told him to say that. :/
'do not let me be ashamed of my hope'. were you ever ashamed? ashamed of god, ashamed of simplicity? is that why you said what you said about children, because you thought it was too sweet and too saccharine? or is that bullshit?