TYB
Praying for the Meteorite
Well there can be no doubt now
The knives are all out now
And the Devil, he's done playing nice
And there's no use pretending
It all won't soon be ending
Whether by fire or ice
And the light proves a curse
As the shadows disperse
And the Horsemen go mounting their steeds
And if it weren't for damnation
You'd think that salvation
Was the last thing that anyone needs
And it may seem an odd
Thing to whisper to God
But I think it is fitting and right
If there's no turning round
A world that is hellbound
Then I'm praying for the Meteorite
Yes I'm as ready as paper
To flash into vapor
Should it come screaming down from above
Such a small price to pay
For just even one day
Without perversions I won't sing of
Lest I sully this song
With an endlessly long
Litany of degenerate blight
They all spit in God's eye
And so that is why
I am praying for the Meteorite
In Heavenly silence
And with Divine violence
I picture it tumbling through space
Heading straight for the Earth
With all that Fate is worth
And with preternatural Grace
And I pray that it reaches
Them stricken and speechless
Laid low in their lurid zeitgeist
And more to make them tremble
I pray it resembles
The head of Our Lord Jesus Christ
Smiling serenely
Yet ever so keenly
As the buttplugs bulge out of their tights
And in their surrender
There is only one gender
And it is called Meteorite
Yes it may seem an odd
Thing to whisper to God
But I think it is fitting and right
If there's no turning round
A world that is hellbound
Then I'm praying for the Meteorite