Parousian Shout

From their fanfare of shock

rising from the rich o'er the poor 

the strong o'er the weak 

will be a roar of praise 

the underlings alone can mouth 

a day of renewal and acclamation 

of huggings and embrace 

when the down'll be up 

and the high-flung thrown into doubt 

wondering "How could this be 

when all my labors were for You 

even though they suffered for  love of You 

when all my claims were for staking You 

for giving You reign o'er the terrorists of earth 

o'er the realm of the Fiend; 

how could this be?

Ah, praise there'll be 

that heaven will ne'er tire to hear 

cause all the strong and rich 

the grand upon the earth 

will be drawn into its arms 

by the victims of their might 

by their pains to rid the land 

of the dregs of Adam's sin. 

The Sin will have been them 

brought through the Golden Gate 

by the forgiveness of the pained 

and the blood of the Lamb

pimps

pimps are their girls inside-out

clones of their mothers roarin' within

pretty-boys for the making and the taking 

twisted youths with envious flesh 

they're booty-butts struttin' their stuff

perfumed and jeweled 

furred and flashy-curled sought in the dark 

they hope ne'er to be caught 

their manhood a booty-fuck

pimps are their girls inside-out 

clones of their mothers roarin' within

abba

I want

to begin with ah

and end with ah

to be

and be

in between