The Anti-Christ I

Placid, unsettled night - you shimmer under the surface
With potential resurrection for the day fallen short.
I am not the one aquainted, I am child heir apparent
Screaming at the stars as though I could make them my own.
The hollow marauders keep warm by their fire.
The sultan miscreants lay down to try death.
The unfathomable beast wanders the desert alone
With lust heavy eyes and passion's long breath.

It is too late, the time is nigh,
We're all done come sunrise.
The clock has rung twelve times;
The chariot turns pumpkin as the apocalypse flies by -
On Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen.
The Beast is upon us, we do not run.
Fly by you fat red apocalypse,
Bring the pedants presents and give the iconoclasts coal.
At least we heathens will be kept warm by our punishment
While the righteous will be cold, and then dust like us all.

Stick by your leisure, children!Don't go to the desert.
The beast will stare back and never let you go.
Death Valley will be yours if you wait long enough.
I am California, Knighted, combined with the stupor
Of all the drag balls given each night.
The rambling hobos and whores will wonder though,
Whether they'll be picked up too in the rapture tonight
Or if a cop will pick them up
And they'll miss the second coming.
I'll be listening to my ipod in the car so I don't care.

The Gasoline frenzy hits the fan like shit,
As the water pressure goes down while the floods go up.
California burns and the Terminator sits
Awaiting his throne by the beach in heaven,
Where coconuts will guide him on every front.

"It will never come," preach the cats in the alley,
Though it must be acknowledged
They got that message from the fish at the market
Who came from the deep sea, delivering news
From where the Titan's lay dormant,
But whispering secrets -
The main secret being that black holes are all.

But wait! Look!

Unexplained, equivocal signs in the sky
Mean its coming, the apocalypse, its coming. Oh no!
The signs in the sky are reflected in signs read on the streets
Who beg for Jesus and/or money with hype implored.
But lets face it now, once and for all -
Messiah's are unreliable and given to extremes.
There's no forgiveness but our own,
No salvation except for what we can save.

Come down, down, down London Bridges and World Trade Centers,
Come down, down, down Saddam and Osama,
Come down, down, down Blagojevitch and Putin
Come down, down, down Obama and Bush
And Kennedies and Nixons and Hitlers and Stalin.
Come down all ye tragedies and comedies,
These are all nothings that make our clocks tick.
And so deep in time, rearranged into motives
They become the sad mantles of blood shed for naught.

We shall go further until our thoughts become the stars.


09/09