AntiChrist And Barcodes

Antichrist and barcodes
 In the air that we breathe
 With a little black box I hide in the sky
 In the water that trickles in our mouths
 In the codes that flicker are lives
 On and off
 Does the carton nights
 Starts to swallow and shiver
 And to freeze
 The fish belly up
 The unborn served up
 Obeying the planets
 No insense is strong enough
 To make this life complete
 Alpha and omega
 The great in the small
 The butterflies flutter by
 The foxes stop running
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 The moon
 As sharp as a sickle
 And as bright as a pin
 Breathed its heavy sick breath
 As we fitfully slept
 And heavily dreamed
 To awake
 Back into endings
 And quietly wait
 For the trains to stop chugging
 And the clocks to implode
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 His name is under our skin
 And so by the hair
 Of my chinny chin chin
 By hook or by crook
 Our necks are in the news