May 03, 2006 19:11
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He raised the axe above his head
To fell archangels stroke by stroke
And riffed until his fingers bled
The blessed kingdom filled with smoke
The song it shook the pearly gates,
Saint Peter disemboweled
The angels choked with blackest soot
Their chorus turned to howls
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The guts of Providence were spilt
In the wake of the Devil’s fugue
And Satan with the skins of angels gilt
Strode forth to pronounce their doom
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