| These are the dregs
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| The last grains of the age
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| It may be the hourglass
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| Or earth covering earth
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| But not in Bethlehem
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| Not in Jerusalem
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| Not in Chorazaim
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| And not in Bethsaida
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| We will not again see
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| God humbled on an ass
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| But see
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| See
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| On a white horse he comes
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| Blazing sword in burning hand
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| «Lo, I am become death
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| The destroyer of worlds»
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| His hands are backed up
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| They’re straining at his neck
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| What colour shall we rank in him?
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| What face shall we deliver him?
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| There may be the black dog
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| There may be the white dog
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| Hitler comes as Kalki
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| Kalki comes as Hitler
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| Teeth. |
| Teeth. |
| Teeth. |
| Teeth
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| But meaningless lights
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| Still hold our attention
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| We think that the holy books
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| Are written in blood and fire
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| But what if it’s water?
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| The fire’s turned to blood
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| The blood’s turned to water
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| And the water’s turned to what?
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| Milk? |
| Piss? |
| Lies? |
| Dust?
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| Hitler comes as Kalki
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| Kalki comes as Hitler
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| Everything becomes emptiness
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| But goes through fire
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| Secret mother (gsang yum chen mo)
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| Secret fater (gsang yab chen po)
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| Hitler becomes Kalki
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| Kalki becomes Hitler
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| White horse and red horse
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| Christ twists on the cross
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| Christ smiles in the guttering rubble
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| He brings not peace but a sword
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| Maybe the ocean roars immaculate
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| Maybe the stars fall incomprehensible
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| Oh these all tell me
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| These all spell to me
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| Hitler as Kalki
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| Kalki as Hitler
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| Where’s your god now?
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| I’ll point out his varied forms to you:
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| One: He hangs on the end of a tree
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| Two: He’s nailed to the arms
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| Of that self-same tree
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| And three: He spins and soars
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| And laughs through space
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| One day the world sees
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| Oh one day the world sees
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| Hitler as Kalki
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| Kalki as Hitler
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| He lies matted
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| Half in time and half in space
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| Through the rising incense smoke
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| I see him in a crouded room
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| I see him crossing the mountain range
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| If we see man at his most bloody
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| If we see man at his most base
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| Shall we then and there say
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| «This is reality; |
| this is his nature»?
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| What makes the pain
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| More real than the joy?
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| Both are so mignled
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| And muddied together
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| To pull them apart
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| We butcher the essence
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| And cripple its meaning
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| God is on the cross
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| Or three gods perhaps
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| If they are all one
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| Neither coming nor going
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| Neither waning nor waxing
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| But immense in their unity
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| Matter and space
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| He rides between the spaces
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| And he rides between the pain
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| In the secret heart of becoming
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| In the secret modes of darkness
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| His eyes are now shuttered windows
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| Oh man man man man
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| With his claws and his lies
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| With his peace and his pain
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| With his love and his sorrow
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| With his candle of hope
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| That stutters and dies
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| No liberation through hearing
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| When the sound of the world’s collapsing
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| Deafens deafens deafens our ears
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| And pierces our hearts
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| Hitler as Kalki
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| Kalki as Hitler
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| Rolling and roaring
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| Exultant and trembling
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| Sorrow sorrow sorrow
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| Where the eagle flies
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| Where the eagle shudders
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| Where the eagle drops
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| Where the eagle plummets
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| All things merging
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| And all things dissolving
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| Then stars collapse
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| The vortex commences in space
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| The rubble collects
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| The debris gathers
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| Time starts to shiver
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| By heart’s blood
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| If I dissolve into your body
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| If I hoped to find
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| White light in your soul
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| If together we fall into forever
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| Would we not notice the turbulence
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| That no longer waits?
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| First he comes
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| From on a hill
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| Then he’s running
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| Throughout the town
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| Then he stands
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| Devoid of peace
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| Devoid of place
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| Devoid of pity
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| Oh my dear Christ
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| Carried broken from sad brown earth
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| Teeth. |
| Teeth. |
| Teeth. |
| Teeth. |
| Teeth
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| Hitler as Kalki
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| Kalki as Hitler
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| Hitler
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| Kalki |