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The age of the anti-climax, by AndRue David Sprott

the Emperors web collapses 
Ming's burning skies darken out 
a point of singularity approaches 
spider comes out of the spout 

the advent of the Antichrist 
purges the fury of the sun 
a final handover approaches 
the last of the 666 to come 

you alien freaks from outer space 
senses broken and flawed 
shed your skin, embrace the sun 
blindly walk into doors 

forget the times of fairies and ghosts 
something you will never believe 
cease your endless persecution 
of the ones who cannot be 

1959 when I am born 
empty promises and idle threats 
based on nothing else but lies 
and your silly CD sets 

lyrics that never make sense 
same theme recycled over again 
if where I am is where you are 
a simple rule spells it out by far 

every night I go to sleep 
in my head the endless beat 
hold a blanket close to me 
from the landing, I watch the street 

your gonna ring my number 
your coming up my door 
your gonna bash it down 
piss all over the floor 

but that is just a joke 
the door is a prop 
now that you are reading this 
lots of things have stopped 

sinning has got the better of you 
you have made very bad mistakes 
too much lechery 
has turned you into snakes 

will another curve appear 
maybe one has already peaked 
standard distribution 
dropping very steep 

the bell of bells 
will take it's toll 
no doubt the shock 
will start to poll 

silly words you say 
they do make sense 
they rhyme within context 
another verse follows hence 

the lesson to learn 
no doubt makes no sense to you 
without the meaning 
you haven't a clue 

every soul colluded 
hands swapped within hands 
Coptic legends included 
remembered by your bands 

if parts of you belong to others 
and parts of others belong to you 
the serious question follows 
how are you stuck together, glue? 

another question follows 
who is moving your hands? 
is it something about your music? 
coordinated by your bands 

now we talk of your lyrics 
written for the sake of rhyme 
words that have no meaning 
only conveyed in mime 

the image of your message 
is projected ahead in time 
a seven year threshold 
changes the worlds mind 

all worlds in the universe 
seek the well that climbs 
silly demo conferences 
hiding all the signs 

the devil turns the table 
whenever a point is made 
the truth always eludes him 
who does he really blame 

consequently he forgets 
he never wants to know 
only to follow the reason 
to duck the inevitable blow 

what is the big deal 
in rolling around in bed 
sodomy and laziness 
only makes you dead 

Muscipula