"Give Up The Love: A Conversation In Which We Have Already Heard Your Part"

Story by Dwale on SoFurry

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A song began to play in my head while I was in the shower. It was a fully formed arrangement with lyrics. By the time I got out, I had already lost most of it, but I wrote down the parts I remembered and attempted to reconstruct it from there. This is the result.


"Give Up The Love: A Conversation In Which We Have Already Heard Your Part"

You've said your peace, my brother,

Now it's time to listen up:

If we want to see tomorrow

Then you'd best give up the love

While I don't know what Heaven holds,

I know for sure it isn't hate,

So y'all can stop pretending now

You're guarding Heaven's gate

I don't know where you got it,

But it wasn't from up above,

So when you do the things you do,

I wonder what it is you love

I'm gonna let you in on this,

A truth you need to know:

If Heaven's not for everyone,

Then I don't wanna go!

We're standing on the precipice,

The blood of Judgment Day,

And if you won't give up the love,

We'll both get blown away

'Cause you blocked your eyes with blinders

And you plugged your ears with glue,

Now the devil's got your scripture

And the devil's got you, too

So let me let you in on this,

A fact you need to know:

If Heaven's just for fakes like you,

Then we don't wanna go!

'Cause the gay people are fine, man,

But there's something wrong with you,

And if you won't give up the love, man,

What the fuck we supposed to do?

Now we've had it with your shit,

And we've been tired of things this way!

You can't be asked to listen,

What the fuck we supposed to say?

'Cause the P.O.C. are fine, man,

Or they would be, without you.

We've only got one planet, man,

We're on the same damn crew

The trans folks, the disabled,

The unhoused, the prison-cursed,

The autistic, the indigenous,

The neurologically diverse

We're standing on the precipice,

There's nothing else to say.

And if you won't give up the love, man,

Then we'll both get blown away

There's a virus in your heart, man,

You spread it day by day.

The time has come: give up the love,

Or else get blown away.