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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It’s coming can’t you feel it Something, absolutely wrong They’re preaching greed and hatred In the lyrics to their song The precipice we’re perched upon Hums! like a ticking bomb As they herald their New Order Their Future Babylon Iniquity in every song They share the Devils creed The Puppets spilling secrets That their Masters want revealed Biblical immorality No longer lies concealed They sign their souls to Satan Playing out the cards He’s dealed The Forever 27 Club Laid open to them all Each soul is worth the same to Him The writing’s on the wall Janis Joplin, Morrison Winehouse and Cobain Jimi Hendrix, Robert Johnson Made a Faustian exchange The Beatles, Sergeant Peppers David Bowies ‘Quicksand’ The Great Beast, loyally lauded Crowley’s led them by the hand They herald each new master They applaud the righteous wrong The Crossroads call at Midnight Gathering soldiers in their song Bianca, Cookie, Shady Sasha Fierce and Luke the Drifter An exponential family Ri Ri, Lola, Twisted Sister As Above, then so Below Both egos need their names There’s no-one who they seem, it seems Duality’s the Game The Boss don’t like these dizzy heights Come shake hands with the Devil The Devil’s in the detail Hell and Heaven, on one level Cos Lucifer, He ain’t greedy Though He likes to thwart Gods plans Shylock seeks his pound of flesh Satan, only 21 grams The sacrificial lambs line up Like Isaacs only child A soulless congregation Cos there’s No Church in the Wild It’s coming can’t you feel it Something, absolutely wrong They’re preaching greed and hatred In the lyrics to their song The precipice we’re perched upon Hums! like a ticking bomb As they herald their New Order Their Future Babylon
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