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Baal’s Hymn

Whilst his mother’s womb contained the growing Baal 
Even then the sky was waiting quiet and pale 
Naked, young, immensely marvellous 
Like Baal loved it, when he came to us 

That same sky remained with him in joy and care 
Even when Baal slept peaceful and unaware 
At night a lilac sky, a drunken Baal 
Turning pious as the sky grows pale 

So through hospital, cathedral, whiskey bar 
Baal kept moving onwards and just let things go 
When Baal’s tired, boys, Baal cannot fall far 
He will have his sky down there below 

When the sinners congregate in shame together 
Baal lay naked, revelling in their distress 
Only sky, a sky that will go on forever 
Formed a blanket for his nakedness 

And that lusty girl, the world, who’ll laughing yield 
To the men who’ll stand the pressure of her thighs 
Sometimes gave him love-bites, such as can’t be healed 
Baal survived it, he just used his eyes 

And when Baal saw lots of corpses scattered round 
He felt twice the thrill, despite the lack of room 
„Space enough“ said Baal, „then I’ll thicken the ground 
Space enough within this woman’s womb“ 

Any vice for Baal has got its useful side 
It’s the man who practices it, he can’t abide 
Vices have their point, once you see it as such 
Stick to two for one will be too much 

Slackness, softness are the sort of things to shun 
Nothing could be harder than the quest for fun 
Lots of strength is needed and experience too 
Swollen bellies can embarrass you 

Under gloomy stars and this poor veil of tears 
Baal will graze a pasture till it disappears 
Once it’s been digested to the forest’s teeth 
Baal trod singing for a well earned sleep 

Baal can spot the vultures in the stormy sky 
As they wait up there to see if Baal will die 
Sometimes Baal pretends he’s dead, but vultures swoop 
Baal in silence dines on vulture-soup 

When the dark womb drags him down to its prize 
What’s the world still mean to Baal, he’s overfed 
So much sky is lurking still behind his eyes 
He’ll just have enough sky when he’s dead 

Once the Earth’s dark womb engulfed the rotting Baal 
Even then the sky was up there, quiet and pale 
Naked, young, immensely marvellous 
Like Baal loved it when he lived with us 

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