Last night my country from fitful dreams
Awoke anew transformed
It had turned to an insect a monster a storm
And it wondered however this could be
It's a perfect storm don't you know
And the raging wind still blows
While we poor sailor boys go up aloft
And the landlubbers lie down below
In our ears pour the mouthfroth and hebenon curd
And Britain's broiling ids
You'll create a demon so slimy it skids
I just wonder how long before we see
There is no devil we don't know
Still the raging wind will blow
While we poor sailor boys go up aloft
And the landlubbers lie down below
This demon will open his gaping gob
And the braying void will spew
And the more that we look the less is true
Save that chaos demands a hefty fee
It's a perfect storm
For our age's figura nothing will fit more
Than to reflect right back at him
Just as he mirrors medleys we must make our hymn
Allegorise like Dante did, unsheathe our vitriol
It's a perfect storm
In his mouth you can see the redeemed and the just
And the flying pigs are there too
And the beads run down his brow like the unheard few
Pissing into the wind including me
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