Down Low Revelation

We see through a glass darkly

Says the man with a bloodied stump

Snow drifts from Revelation

And blessed God hewed figurines

So drink up your buttered rum

And stiffen your white tab collar

God speaks a double edged blade

And drips your blood on His altar

Best to sneak out the back door

Lift your jacket over your neck

And eye the next corner girl

Flick her a smoke and ham sandwich

For she too danced on Patmos

With the Four Horsemen and a dwarf

Snakes it out from her bustline

Sells the Word for a buck nineteen

And that is all you will need

A smoke, ham sandwich, and some snow

And a girl who’ll take the lead

Revelation on the down low