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I am come straight from the palace Through the toad song to your step At the behest of the king With a gift for your temple I have lugged this strange contraption Over many a hoary dale Unbar the gate! Take me to the house Of your so-called priest blasphemer! We do not require the use of your abandon We have our own seeing-device, powered by waste It no longer recognises words or numbers Words or numbers As a fellow citizen of reason I strongly suggest you reconsider your position Or you may face the wrath of truly dire consequences The installment of this modern wonder Is for your own benefit Down will rain boiling tar on your roofs, if you refuse We have long-since in a vision fleed into the nameless foothills Somewhere fire cannot live, a secret dome Enclosing a whole world made anew World made anew World made anew