A Parody for James Bond

[_richardMdBorn]

The following can use some polishing, but it's in response to Bond's request for one based on the sounds of silence

Hello apostate my own friend.
It’s old Scratch talking with you again
The Devil’s deceiving you
Soon he’ll be retrieving you
And the lies that were planted in your brain
Still remain
Within the sound of silence

In restless realms I walked alone
Looking for a Book of Mormon home
Neath the smell of the FARMS Review
Old Quinn was getting more than his due
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a FAIR light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand FAIR participants, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing apologetics that scholars never read
Within the sound of silence

"Fools", said I, "You do not know
Tanners like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words, like DCP’s works fell
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the evangelicals bowed and prayed
To the triune god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets were distorted on Constantine’s walls
And apostate halls"
And whispered in the sounds of silence

[_Bond...James Bond]

LMAO! That's what I call substance richard!

[_moksha]

Yikes! Your words are like a prophet writing on the clubhouse walls....

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand FAIR participants, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing apologetics that scholars never read
Within the sound of silence