And then I beheld

And then I beheld a beast speaking to a vast multitude. It had two heads and 5 horns, a trumpet and a trombone. He spoke with accordion several things, but its meaning was sax and violins. He played an old organ, pumping his language with augmented intervals of bombast; he played his organ, grinding monkeys writing Shakespeare and holding court. And the multitude cried for more. Lie to us they begged. Tell us what we want to hear. Tell us we are an innocent nation. Tell us we are God's chosen. Tell us our cause is just. And the multitude painted their faces with stars and smiley faces, and each wrote an accusation on the back of their neighbor: Kick me. And they sang to the beast, "we get a kick out of you." And the beast told them to take all their jewels and all their wealth, all their love and all their dreams, and fling them down a hole. And the hole is called Patriotism. And the beast lead the people in worshiping the hole.
Holy Hole, Moley Mole
Save us from our fears
Save us and provide for us
Harbor for hopes
Hopes for a past so good and clean
Hopes for a past where a man is a role to live
Hopes for a past where a woman is a blank slate
Hopes for a past where we're all in suits, and we all know our place
Hopes for a past where children remain children
Where none grows up and death is a kindly uncle
Holy Hole our Wholely Whole
Our holey soul
Our Soley hole

It was morning in America and I saw a city on a hill. Around this city they built a wall and around that wall they'd built another wall. And I asked the angel (who previously the reader'd no idea existed) and I asked asking, "Angel what is the meaning of the two walls?" and the angel answered me answering and saying, "The inner wall is against all mirrors that they may not be invaded by seeing themselves as they actually are, and the second wall is against the future, that all remain as it was in a past that never existed." And I said to the angel, "That doesn't seem very apocalyptic, in that it's a bit transparent don't you think? And a bit tenditious too. Where's the fire and cataclysm? The vapor and smoke? Where's the horsemen of death, pestilence, famine, and that other thing - war? Isn't there supposed to be a lamb in all of this?" And the angel looked at me, and a great silence fell upon the earth for a time, time and a half a time and half a half a time and again a time; and the angel said, "you people are never satisfied."