I think six-sixty-six,
That thing invented by theoretical theologists,
Is just arithmetic.

I mean, since when is math the muse for the apocalypse?
Do we speak in complete opposites?
Three times three minus three, mathematically,
Equals some of the number assigned to the beast.

I think birds are just fish who laughed at gravity
When they were asked where they would swim
But there’s this hypothesis that disagrees
And contradicts the very thought of this.

Do we speak in complete opposites?

Electric guitars are too loud.
I want to talk.

Turn down those noisy things.
We should be whispering
At the top of our lungs
Where words sound like shotguns.

Listen, typewriters are not tools of god or the devil.