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"Do you hear the loud alarum call,
The drum-beats of the broken Fall?
Cascading from up on high,
Something not quite seeming as we thought.
(Don't you hear, it's quick-cast fears?
I'll tell you their secret,
The secret of songs,
That somewhere an organ is playing)
Thus resound the golden imps,
Mouths spitting their steamy bile!
Flowing under Our Lord's Eye,
A symphony not quite as we believed.
(Don't you see, it's demon breath?
Bile spitting a horror of harmonies?
It's secret untouched,
As somewhere an organ is playing)
Mountains break in your terror!
Hands are cutting at your roots.
A call for the world,
For those who understand.
(Don't you comprehend, it's true message?
The way it rouses men to war?
See its beauty unforgotten,
For somewhere an organ is playing)",
Thus spoke the prophet.
For is it not for us all,
to hear the noise of thunder,
to watch the falling of the stars?
That is why he spoke to you
As a friend and as one.
To tell you a story of
the instrument of man's
beliefs.
To tell you that somewhere an organ is playing.
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