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
And the sun
Turns and floats
Through space
And the end was here
And now
No one could tell
The difference anymore
Hell was here to stay
published River Sandha
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