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Black Ships seen last year south of HeavenIn their wakePharaoh stares into the Amentine NightAnd gives us a ghost and wraps it in goldA thousand years is nothingTwo thousand years still lessAnd it shone thatWe are all PharaohsIn our heartsThe double crownEats double portionsAnd gobbles the soulWhilst doing tricksFor deadeyed camelsWho are trotting blearily alongThe highway made of bellsBlack Ships of darkAnd latched with politenessThat makes this this frenzy at homeThat you call World War IIIAnd I called it bullshitThere are liars who I know there are liarsAnd the big pot boilsWith centuries of conspiracyAnd cabbages and kingsWho have had their cake and ate itWith another head parallel to the one they knewIt fed big Moloch and pacified AzraelAnd joyed up Samael (lucky lackeys)With a knack for cracking the heart of the partyAnd killing the laughter with frosty fireIt's Samael TimeThe hoedown is heavy on Bumble Bee Terrace The frisky piskies sitting on toadsThe Godfish are eating pies of eyesAnd gills turn out cornwakes to clap their handsAt the fiancé's passingPeace to those who have genitalised KingdomThis is not their cabbage patchGet out and save your soulsThere is too much to take from the bubblesThat lined the Milky Way with terrorFourteen years ago to this dayBighead has eaten DustfaceDustface barks back and the crowflies fleeWho was that wasting twilight?Oh well I?I hopscotched their eyes with Lightning JackBloodface waits for me in the distance with his motherIt's time for sea!The Eucharist waitsImaculate in incomprehensible paradoxThe piping hot teaThe slaughtering giddy moonsThe broken crown corroded with mothsHow many horses were killed this year by human sick?The ponies are made into sleighs for demons(I call them Bonesledge!)Equine motion murdered Christ MassWhat bound these together I saw at last at sevenHis years as breath his teeth as walls his eyes as coloursOh! Such beauty beyond what I dreamtBlack Ships seem far awayI wait for the news and pray in my pyjamasTongueface says to Bloodface'Stop the Ships! Stop the Ships!'Their prows hover into viewThey gobble the Pleiades before lunchAt this rage they will devour the skyAnd Coptic Cats will sleep in fearOf the foam and frothThat so hated the worldThey devouredHis Only Begotten SonStop the ShipsStop the ShipsAnd stop the Ships