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As Sure As Pyongyang Can See

Every year to the six who can see A prophecy for the epithet of abandon Six times as luminous And verdant by the forest And what luck- we are Holy And worship the devil As far as it causes- The rain to descend Our works And our pain And our truth These solemn hearts- The derelict may falter Insomuch as the deal that we made And heresy asunder for home Substitutions we regret And the main man is blind To regret our fortune for the third And fists matching And an ecstasy rot Paying radon to the miller, in respect And I the Great General Seeking common friends on the edifice- The symphonic noise of our aspiration And we will pay for the gone-heaven In this mix-up of war And every day is a tryst- to recover

Friends by this wheel are China and Iran And the abuse for America We have implied So nervous beckon Our size is of grandeur Nothing but war after war And strangeness bottled To the strange man we must meet It is Christ the Lord in keep to our Jesus- Who Heaven meant To pay for our fear Assured of the sceptre of glory To the missionaire We substitute the assembled So come to this fashion to boot Paying grey men To be our home and abandon To curfew and wreckage- walks offer And in simple reply Assure you our respect In that trust is great And mercy- become men.