down in the dungeon in the dark and dank,
something stirs ans stretches and smirks,
hes just awakening on confrontation day,
when he tilts at the joust for the earth,
he takes in his surroundings one last time,
knowing this will be either kill or cure,
presses a few buttons on his console,
in his carbon steel cocoon oh so secure,
hidden down deep in the popular mystique,
just discenable amongst tales of living in hell,
theres a hint of where he really lives,
and yes folks, isnt he doing so swell,
for hes now residing, in a british rail siding,
just outside of matlock closed by beeching,
and its inside a tunnel, cut deep and pummeled,
and down deep where no one is reaching,
and hes also inside, what he reveres as his pride,
the interstellar craft from way back before time,
he knows how it works, but inside its skirts,
it is missing some small ingredients sublime,
the full eonic drive, is currently barely alive,
needed a booster which has gone astray,
and the mind block release, final jigsaw piece,
has also dissappeared in some strage way,
but the rest is intact, and hes made a pact,
with his minions to find whats been lost,
and they have recently found, that deep underground,
a mole has found out where they were tossed,
and now they are in underland, in His hands,
and Hes surrounded by a strange crew indeed,
reports filtering back, tell of aborted attacks,
and a coming together of a unified breed,
so perhaps he oughta, instigate some slaughter,
and throw a spanner into the works,
and also whilst theyre distracted, stealthily acted,
he could retrieve the casket from where it lurks,
for when he abandoned Atlantis, and like preying mantis,
watched it swallowed whole by the sea,
that man from the stars had used logic from mars,
and stolen the casket parts to set himself free,
he hid them away, and right up till this day,
the devil did not know how or where,
despite all of his tricks, evry site he picked,
the cupboard was always so bare,
and without having this, he could end up in abyss,
for as well as the parts for the craft enhancement,
there were mythical wares, for he who so dares,
to foster super powers and mind entrancement,
like a holy grail, with a sting in their tails,
whoever owned them has to accept onorous weight,
for it can alternately cure, provide power so pure,
or in the wrong hands doom all to grim fates,
yet these daydreams distact, and the devil now acts,
and into the planetary intercom he doth intone,
and he calls to annubi, demons of the sky,
four horsemen strayed far from home,
he summons his chipped, slowly lets slipped,
his microprocessor servile dogs of war,
two hundred thousand are sent the message,
and twohundred thousand heed the call,
the tv reality star, revered from near and far,
henry the hippo, is given his regal nod,
for he is also a spawn of the devil,
he who the masses revere as a god,
yet he is a false prophet, sat on his soffit,
preaching pleasure pursued is ecstacy,
he might semm mighty, viewed twice nightly,
but hes enslaving the minds of those free,
those not chipped and hidden away,
those that would fight for freedom of mind,
yet they all watch henry the hippo on tv,
and henry the hippo is turning them blind,
so everyone on the above is losing love,
and everyone suspects his fellow man,
for every day on tv, all they can see,
are plots heralding the deviousness of man.
money for the masses, evryone passes,
go and receives huge and awesome recompenses,
every day erosion of will, carried on until,
they lose their morals and their senses,
and become putty in form, conform to the norm,
where no one can think for themselves any more,
theyre then conquered and tame, by reality games,
fifteen minutes of fame instead of world war,
its the same effect for, in the end the director,
picks up the extras that survived his production,
and whether its war, or a tv show stage floor,
they are just as cowed by their seduction,
and end up as pawns, to devious devil lords,
reporting back to the red one himself,
and now he sits here, with a leisurely leer,
surveying the world that he rules by stealth.
though he thinks deep inside, its not giving me pride,
not like my exploits from the past so subtle and whole,
i got a great kick from elvis, with his shaking of pelvis,
it was a star turn when i invented rock and roll,
that was so much more clever, a sparkling endeavour,
i enjoyed that and thought it a great days creation,
but since the annubis took over the tube its,
just created a dull and floundering nation,
i prefer my style, and after this long while,
i ralise i should direct these things in person,
for for all of their schemes, and all of their dreams,
theres no one like me to lay a curse on,
or appear in everyones nightmares sometimes,
or be the villain one knows, in the horror shows,
everyone can identify with the devil,
everyone can fight him when they think he grows,
too big for his boots and needs a lesson,
and they find a champion to rise up against me,
and i must admit, i always enjoy this bit,
when they try to finally shake free,
of the chains i contrain them with daily,
of the horrors they perceive should i win,
i like a good battle like anyone else,
i may be evil but i also like a good grin,
but this latest global subservience and sloth,
and greed and lazyness and apathy,
is so much much annubal, so yesterday,
when it should really be rock and roll me,
so i will consider anew, i will think it through,
and after this battle we face on the morrow,
there may be long faced annubi and hippo,
they may well face some inner sorrow,
as i might reinvent, find where elvis went,
resurrect rock and roll warts and all,
for its much more fun, when alls said and done,
to go out when youre having a ball.
so gerry lee, will set you all free,
old bill will shake rattle and roll,
and you wont care, cos elvis is there,
youll actually enjoy my pinching your soul.
and with these reflections, and devilish genuflections,
and just a touch of elvis for those who knew,
he put on his red robes, diabolically clothed,
and his dragon robe over all just slightly askew,
and parade in front, of mirror as his wont,
was alawys to look the part and hold the stage,
he was acutely aware of a crowds piercing stare,
always just fine tuned in enough to guage,
just the right words for addressing his curs,
just the right edge to set them alight,
and you had to look the part for that,
you had to get it just right.
and finally totally satisfied by the reflection,
a perfect diabolical rock and roller supreme,
he strode off to perform, on a worldly platform,
a giant mick jagger for all of their dreams,
and he strode down the gangplank of the craft,
onto a podium above all the surging crowds,
and it gave him a jolt, a shot in the arm,
to see them all frightened and cowed,
for this was like it used to be way back,
this was what devils were supposed to inspire,
fear of being burnt alive at the stake,
fear of perishing in anguish in retributive hellfire,
and he could see there must be changes soon,
hed have to retake over the reins,
he had been too devolving of power lately,
and the whole world had become subdued and tame,
hed rather have a good old fashioned fight,
where good and evil are both centre stage,
and to be honest he missed his jousts with the gods,
much more fun to be evil and enraged,
instead of presiding over a slow takeover,
where the subjects soporiphically gave in,
no theres so much more fun in a battle,
so much more fun in mortal sin,
still right now he had to rally his troops,
though tomorrow he might sell them out,
anyway thats what devils do all the time,
no one can really argue or shout,
if he decided tomorrow they are derided,
where today they were his mighty army,
whats the harm in a little deception,
it wouldnt take long to calm the,
waves of wails of misrepresentation,
how his speech didnt mention any u turns,
its easy to persuade when youve finally won,
and if youve lost theyre already burned,
so he strode to the centre stage spot,
he could hold without backing or lights,
and tugged a little at his clothing,
just to get things so exactly right,
and to focus the attention right on him,
by saying nothing for a little while,
then he opened his blood red eyes,
and smirked his trade mark devilish smile,
and raised himself to his full height,
seemingly towering over all people and worlds
and recited this self same speech below,
yes this is what he unfurled.
"we are one and the same in our diabolical aim,
we all want to rule over the earth currently free,
we all want to split the proceeds,
with admittedly most of them due to me,
we all want to conquer and rule,
all want to be kings of our realms,
but there is a final obstacle here,
someone else trying to guide at the helm,
there is coming a final reckoning her,
under earth against a strange group of foes,
i have tried to get them to fight each other,
and why they have not no one knows,
but they all banded together somehow,
and lets face it it will be a good fight,
about time we flexed our muscles,
abioabout time we came out into the light,
instead of frightening kiddies in darkness,
and ruining the best of older folks dreams,
we will be back in our original business,
of gory war and earpiercing screams,
its what we do best when alls said and done,
nothing so good as a conflagration,
on massive scale just stop and inhale,
that heady smell as if all of the nations,
are flung against each other on the morrow,
no quarter given none received,
what better way to end it all,
what better way to help man perceive,
that at the end of the day, as light filters away,
and twilight shines on the battlefield torn,
there will be only one victor in the long run,
only one standing on the next dawn,
and we will be famed down history,
we will be known for our triumph tomorrow,
for how can we possibly lose to these remnants,
this patchwork quilt of bits bought and borrowed,
how can we fail to win out over these,
when we have trained long and for the fight,
no my friends we shall surely prevail,
we have power and guile and might,
and a million years of instilling fears,
and training for just this next day,
who could possibly overturn or thwart us,
who could possibly us gainsay?
you know what a rabble we face tomorrow,
a second hand hospice worn suit,
held together by sewings of ages,
wheras we are the saville row brute,
we are the rolling juggernaut vast,
dwarfing their puny morris minor,
our training has been intensive,
our turnout couldnt be finer,
theres no way we wont win the day,
knowing that in my heart im most touched,
i really want to thank you folks,
i really do, i really want to thank you so much"
and humming a tune they did not know,
from an age where he only held sway,
the devil exited from the stage one last time,
humming and humming away,
but the old stagers the four horsemen,
knew the tune and its tale only too well,
for elvis was alive on the eve of battle,
and he was humming heartbreak hotel.
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