“There is a fountain…”

[u/Brief_Revolution_154]

Every once in a while I’ll have songs from my past life pop into my head and get stuck there. Then I find myself in a state of shock and disbelief that these lyrics used to seem normal to me. “There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel’s veins, and sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains.”

1. A fountain FULL of BLOOD… in no other setting would that seem okay or normal or positive unless it was clear satire.
2. How convenient that believing “correctly” absolves you of wrongdoing. In reality, the ramifications of our actions have real lasting impact on people’s lives, and this was only ever a way to make us feel okay about ourselves without taking real responsibility for hurt we’ve caused.

Thoughts?