| The dead are in the tortoise
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| The dead are in their legions
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| And the Trojan ponies trot by
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| Graze My Little Pony
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| Is there Torture in the Toybox?
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| Or is this eternal Rome?
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| Or is this infernal Rome?
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| Before Black Ships were built
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| In their harbours
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| For gathering vau vau vau
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| Electronic sixsixsix
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| Black Ship Ship Ship
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| Black Ship Ship Ship
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| Volvaic and marine
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| Slaughterer disguised as honey
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| Babel Babylon is burbling with blowfly speech
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| Stuttering channeled messages of birdsight in the Empire
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| And where is that Empire now?
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| Imperium! |
| Christendom!
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| Shepherd and Hermes!
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| Masked with salt and stars
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| Heavybreasted false Messiah
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| Peachfaced murderer
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| Dragging beasts and breasts
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| Skipping to Armageddon
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| In time for tea
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| And for the weather forecast
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| Falling time smiles fading
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| As Black Ships sneak by
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| Raiding lying stars
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| Barbecuing living streams
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| Of all the smiles that come shafting
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| Saturn or moon or sun
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| Is that my lunch you’re eating on the back of Dracon?
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| Is that my cup clipped to the bird’s gaudy wing?
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| Black Ships are camouflaged as postmen or bureaucrats
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| They have delivered a loathing rapture prospect
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| Keys to Heaven Gates are dark
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| On side of sons and daughters
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| But they have lied about Pi
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| That number does not repeat to the infinite sky
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| But is carousel inhabited by all the revenants
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| Returning to fulfilled wires
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| And use the roots that fall
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| From the sectarian Empire
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| The nude face striped back
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| The naked grey mouse
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| Was not in bleached equations
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| Christ! |
| Christ! |
| Christ!
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| Where is the tide?
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| The long low roar of the Thames?
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| The shell-shocked Seals
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| Killer! |
| Flower! |
| Coil!
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| There’s crisis in the harbours
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| The desert is too close
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| Though we have seen it in our hearts
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| At Black Ship time
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| So let’s lock the doors |