In the dark before dawn on the last day of time
In a bar, in a bardo, a horseman drinks wine
Awaiting the sunrise to issue the call:
“Break open the Seals and slaughter them all!”
He was blacker than midnight
Badder than snakebite
Death upon horseback, a gun at his hip
A knife in each hand and a curse on his lips.
But just then Charity smiled from the end of the bar
At her breast a red rose, in her hair seven stars.
She was beautiful, Babalon, Queen of The Night;
She took Death to bed and she showed him The Light.
Seems even old Death is a sucker for Beauty
Cause she’s the lay in the way of ‘The Man’ and his duty.
And the sky in the east flushed from purple to gold
While The Devil still struggled to break Love’s stranglehold.
She said: “Just one more time Lover
I mean what’s all the rush?
Come warm your bones by my burning bush!
There’s plenty of time till the crow of the cock
So come back to bed, Big Boy - and finish the job!”
Then all day she rode him, that tart with the heart
While God waited in vain for the fighting to start.
But the sun rose and set with never a shot fired
While death slept, contented, drained of his ire
And Babalon just smiled to herself as she sang:
“If that’s Armageddon man, roll on the big bang!”
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