Aug 2014
Why is Jesus consorting with the wizard man?
If I were the wizard,
I’d need the beard…
Apparently beards are in now.
But if I were the wizard,
I would change the sky…
The sky is good but it could be better.
The swirled spray of technicolour patterns.
Then if I were the wizard,
I’d live with the cows…
Cows are the divine creature,
Spending their days extracting the golden spirit of the grass,
Four stomachs, one psychedelic voyage. Even waste isn’t wasted.
Now if I were the wizard,
I’d shrink the universe…
I want to see the stars burning in the brilliance.
I want the vast, spiraled arms of the galaxy to greet me by my window.
See if I were the wizard,
There wouldn't be fat people…
We would all be huge and slide around on greased up silk rugs.
The wizard’s power,
will forever sour,
the final hour of flight.
And in his hat,
the fat rat was sat,
and deprived of all natural light.
This albino creature,
was his newest feature,
and preacher to his army of mice.
With a forked tongue,
the call would be sung,
“Semper Fidelis”
Don’t think twice.
This rodent beast has a task from the wizard.
He is to watch you. Why?
For security that’s why.
Those beady yellow eyes shine in the darkness above wizard head.
The ragged ears can hear everything that is said.
What if I were the wizard?
Well, I’d see no need for hats…
The hair is too long for the sun.
His flowing robe of royal blue,
His perfect ideals, misconstrued,
A great top hat with stars and stripes,
And a gnarled finger prodding at the night.
He wants you,
He needs you,
Don’t answer him or he’ll find you.
The power he flexes has come from the masses,
We loved him,
We chose him.
He has barked out the command, “Semper Fidelis!” and we have answered him. Hell has descended on the sands by his feet and was trodden flat by his army of mice. The sands and stones and dusted hills, all plundered to flex his might.
Can you hear him bellow out the curse?
The holy mountain shakes loose its earthly foundations. The sky cracks and returns his call with flashing fiery ferocity. He has summoned forward the Deep and the Dark, and deliverance has fallen. He has loosed these beasts upon us, weather was changed by his hand and the Earth has spit fourth these.
If I were the wizard,
I’d need the beard…
Apparently beards are in now.
But if I were the wizard,
I would change the sky…
The sky is good but it could be better.
The swirled spray of technicolour patterns.
Then if I were the wizard,
I’d live with the cows…
Cows are the divine creature,
Spending their days extracting the golden spirit of the grass,
Four stomachs, one psychedelic voyage. Even waste isn’t wasted.
Now if I were the wizard,
I’d shrink the universe…
I want to see the stars burning in the brilliance.
I want the vast, spiraled arms of the galaxy to greet me by my window.
See if I were the wizard,
There wouldn't be fat people…
We would all be huge and slide around on greased up silk rugs.
The wizard’s power,
will forever sour,
the final hour of flight.
And in his hat,
the fat rat was sat,
and deprived of all natural light.
This albino creature,
was his newest feature,
and preacher to his army of mice.
With a forked tongue,
the call would be sung,
“Semper Fidelis”
Don’t think twice.
This rodent beast has a task from the wizard.
He is to watch you. Why?
For security that’s why.
Those beady yellow eyes shine in the darkness above wizard head.
The ragged ears can hear everything that is said.
What if I were the wizard?
Well, I’d see no need for hats…
The hair is too long for the sun.
His flowing robe of royal blue,
His perfect ideals, misconstrued,
A great top hat with stars and stripes,
And a gnarled finger prodding at the night.
He wants you,
He needs you,
Don’t answer him or he’ll find you.
The power he flexes has come from the masses,
We loved him,
We chose him.
He has barked out the command, “Semper Fidelis!” and we have answered him. Hell has descended on the sands by his feet and was trodden flat by his army of mice. The sands and stones and dusted hills, all plundered to flex his might.
Can you hear him bellow out the curse?
The holy mountain shakes loose its earthly foundations. The sky cracks and returns his call with flashing fiery ferocity. He has summoned forward the Deep and the Dark, and deliverance has fallen. He has loosed these beasts upon us, weather was changed by his hand and the Earth has spit fourth these.
