Up on a cloud Moses meets Mo,

they're watching the slaughter

unravel below.

 

They wonder together what have they done?

was it through them that the

killing begun.

 

Moses, reflects that he parted the Sea

to deliver the tribes, says "it

wasn't me"

 

Mo, is confused and a little perplexed,

"I wasn't around then" his tone

somewhat vexed.

 

They sat for a while silent in thought,

considering their words and the lessons

they'd taught.

 

Moses, too nervous to speak out aloud,

quietly left to find his

own cloud.

 

Mo, now relieved to be floating alone,

was struck by a truth they both should

have known.

 

The division of land and anointing of tribes,

will bring Armageddon that

no one survives.

 

Neither Moses nor Mo could wrestle their pride,

they stayed on their clouds and kept

it inside.

 

So for the want of compassion and the sins of the proud

they fashioned their Scriptures into

a Shroud.