Celluloid satanism spurs a return to biblical literalism
A new age of Creationism, it is the days of Noah and a schism
Is coming, I have heard words hinting it, the trees hiss it
Black mirrors breeding autisms, big meg Judges using lawgivers
On civilians, the prisons are full
In Winter we shiver while our exultants dinner in babylonian splendour
Night clear as paint thinner, with a brush ready to undo Da Vinci.
Rumours that’d make Kenneth Anger blush
Hushed up, corpse bunched up into a suitcase and pushed
Into the Paayme Paxaayt river, child in the rushes.
Marilyn Manson how my dope show
Charles Manson how my Sharon Stoned
Spahn Ranch at dawn, wobbling sun like a thought form
Spawning new forms through acid orgies
Womb-wet homunculi are given voices
Red raids organised by their high priest
His congregation’s oldest 17 years old, stoned
As the old man of the mountain’s soldiers
He is their older friend, CIA payrolled
Cielo Drive detonate the payload
Parsley Sage Rosemary and Thyme
Persiflage, Rosemary’s Baby, Time
For Helter Skelter, Polanski’s mind
Mimed sadness at delight
Lifting his shoulders
He holds the bowl aloft and intones
His tone a woe carrier.
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