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Morrison
five to one, baby, one in five
no one here gets out alive
his headsup like a transparent watch
and the workings?
nothing to see here!
but who’s on my side?
must never mention
you know it will spin for an exorcism
he beckons the boats, come again
come again
they are needed
for miracle salvation
angels pour out the vials of wrath
clean shaven, jaw determined
too much sun shines on him
Gog and Magog, gather to battle
must dark down in the mines
he will not be embarrassed
here then are the billions to torture
he is the god of borders
and the devils will do
the devil’s will
wail! gnash!
false idols!
Judgement about to be concluded
at the final trumpet
(third woe, expect an earthquake then)
tabernacle in heaven now opening
discounts on freedom for bigots his
creed
let’s not forget the bottomless pit
he is a lump of coal
anthropomorphized
(the second trumpet is a burning
mountain)
he is not afraid at all
gives the green light
to the budgie smugglers
says ‘come, you will be my proof’
says ‘come, you will be my proof’
and the Lord says this and that
be light
and mute the truth
set free
he is the PM of the hottest month ever
holds the world quite still to fuck
only he knows how
and the chosen
he is tied to the dying animal
and knows the mark of the beast
he tricked his way up
brought in for a coup
he is the righteous one
tied of tongue
his followers
their earthworm ethics
love growth
they hate your wages
catastrophe if they go up
then the darkness comes!
to which the dragon gives his power
and I saw one of his heads
the serpent spoke to him
when he was in the whale
it was a close thing in there
having numbed and numbered the people
smote with a mighty staff
and carolling till at the presents
he can be the Christmas tree
coming down your chimney now
he will be your election Santa
he is the wronged man
prophet of the wrong doom
one more crime against humanity
in a parallel universe he is on trial
third trumpet
wormwood falls
the river is poisoned
he is the fish kill PM
travels in the flood and fire
tough to be everywhere at once
how wholesome when he claps along
Jesus is in him all over
no, it is not particularly warm
(aircon with suit and tie)
he is a Gulliver
dragging their boats back
but they have no home
no matter
must smite
to show that might is right
more fighter jets
some plagues and razing
only he can do it
he is our kingdom come
never mentions god
must be the devil
in wolf’s clothing
he will retire with your money
what’s not already spent
will lick up the crumbs from the boards
The Lamb & His Company
at the sign of the lion
set on the royal hounds
biblical and literal
let them come
they must open an island for him
the billions taxed
he is making the hell God told him to do
it
see him kneel weep for the crime
he is first among sinners
see Satan and angel a shoulder each
he is the adman hardcop
have to spend money to
picture him
horse and bit between
does the rapture rise
defends the flock from ravening others
he is the only one can do it
if not, we are stuffed
this must be heaven
reward for the righteous
he is the gift of the party room
and what was the occasion?
he is a mouth full of meat pie
his continent is the driest
soul already dust
king of the greedy
defender of their faith
the saints have their thousand years
in heaven
he will always have been the thirtieth
PM
when this world is a frizzled wreck
there’s nothing we can do
illiberal
he never mentions the Lord
there’s only lording over
from the born to rule
from the seven last plagues
you will soon receive a franking
credit
Jesus loves how he can’t sing
Yaweh gave this land
to be negatively geared
with golden crowns
and woe to gnash
he is not Styre, the Sontaran
but he paved the way
he is Kong
climbing to the top of the empire
state
he beats his chest, growls
shows teeth
weep but a little
and his time
it won’t be long
not just his bush
but his pants on fire
he leads them to their wilderness
he will be their vanishing day
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