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hell is here to stay

The angel of the lord Appeared on TV sets All over the world People woke up Expecting to see The usual suspects Talking heads Talking drivel Talking trash Instead A stern visage A stern old man In a dark suit He had a salt and pepper beard And long, dark black hair And piercing blue eyes Staring out From his stern face The eyes Piercing the soul Of all who listened The voice Of the angel of the lord Was like thunder And all over the world People tried to turn off Their TV sets To no avail Twilight light Zone Prevailed The angel of the lord Stopped swearing And said In a calm Deadly voice People of earth You know the lord By a billion names I am his spokesman We've realized There is the age of the TV And we must be able to reach You directly Before one or a million Could understand Now no one hears us For you are convinced We are dead Irrelevant Washed up A fraud Frankly speaking You all can go to hell And an evil grin Appears on his face As he says Can a fraud do this? And outside Thunder and lightening A star comes down And houses were blown away And everyone was Outside The TV set Was in the sky above The voice of the angel Of the lord Proclaiming Repent The end is near And now No more TV No more booze The rights to you Have been sold For to quote Frank Zappa You are all assholes You are all assholes All of you Little, mean little assholes Let me introduce My new business partner Satan, also known As the prince of darkness God and Satan Have agreed on a deal A thousand year Reich A thousand year of slavery For you My little human assholes For your sins, your arrogance Your foolish pride After a thousand years Of pure torture We will return To judge the living and the dead Most of you will remain in hell Some will be redeemed And allowed into heaven And now, back to your usual station Welcome to hell Satan said And laughed and laughed and laughed And the usual crimes resume The usual lies and deceits and shames For most people It made no difference They had been in hell For centuries For some It mattered The few decent people Left on earth Were condemned to join The masses For another thousand years Of toil and misery The bosses were happy Satan appointed them To continue to rule But no strikes No salaries And as much abuse As they could give out And so the world turns and turns Following its way Around the sun No one could tell The difference anymore Hell was here to stay

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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