Bright deceiver!

Bright deceiver, O believer, coming in a cowl to kill and rob
This territory is the glory of our long awaited Son of God
You have no power here on this, our blue-green sphere
Go back beneath, where you belong
All of your dogs are dead and gone
We are raising their replacements here

Trans-Pacific metaphysics, conjuring a city from the reef
With all satanic in a panic, eulogizing sets of gnashing teeth
We’re planting sovereign flags on Pacific gyre flats
Picking through the trash
Making love inside thrash far off the tealer coasts of Thailand

Made up with the opal black of iridescent pen shells:
Your sweet seagull bride!

All in favor, sign the paper
Show your neighbors where you’ve kept your guns
Lay them out and melt them down to farming implements to feed your sons
And no less! Your daughters
Turning saline waters into wedding banquet wine
To stain the beard of braided brine that you will wear to wintertime

A reincarnate Noah tribe on Ararat arrived!
Fruitful! Multiplied!
Indigo and orchid white
And shined up in a gown like a thundercloud