We have your eoliths and your monoliths and your neoliths
We have your Babylons and your Pompeiis
Your Caesars and your chromium-plated, vital ingredient impregnated artifacts
We have your bloody hatchets and your Hiroshimas
We march in spite of hell we do, antropy, entropy, and proteus vulgaris
Telling bawdy jokes about a farm girl named Eve, and a traveling salesman named Lucifer
We bury your dead and their reputations
We bury you, we are the centuries
Be born then, grasp wind, screech at the surgeons slap, seek manhood
Taste a little of godhood, feel pain, give birth, struggle a little while
Succumb dying, leave quietly by the rear exit please
Generation re-generation again again as in ritual
With blood stained vestments and nail torn hands
Children of Merlin chasing a dream, children of Eve forever building Edens
And kicking them apart in berserk fury, because somehow it isn't the same
Agh, Agh, Agh, an idiot screams his mindless anguish amid the rubble
But quickly, let it be inundated by the choir, chanting alleluias at ninety decibels
Hear then the last canticle of the brethren of the order of leibowitz
As sung by the century that swallowed its name
Lucifer is fallen Lucifer is fallen

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