Cain and Abel sat down by the camp fire small talking about psychodynamic behavioral theory
Having a hard time reaching a consensual understanding regarding the problem of the father particularly
Gazing thoughtfully into the flames they could see an angel’s face, got scared, rushed up upon their feet
Have no fear children of Eve, angel said, I’m only here to sing a simple but interesting prophecy
Some of you will harvest almost nothing
Some of you will dig for gold and win
Yet Some of you will rule entire nations
Just get on up and and give that wheel a spin
But you gotta give it back
you gotta give it back
What do you actually mean mr Angel? Trying to saw seeds of uncertainty and despair?
Standing by the fire, upset and slightly mad, Cain picking fleas from Abels hair
We know pretty much everything about commercialization of disputes and we’re gonna make that our thing making big money everywhere
I see where you coming from, Angel said, but storing up treasures on earth is gonna be a bad bad affair
’Cause some of you will harvest almost nothing
Some of you will dig for gold and win
Some of you will own entire cities
Just get on up and and give that wheel a spin
But you gotta give it back
you gotta give it back
Well what ever, Angel said, you my friends have been truthfully informed yes - some might even say you’ve been more than carefully warned
I’ll be flying up into the heavens now - the era of man has already begun
I wish you all the best for your coming up enterprise, just don’t get too disappointed when all your efforts come undone
