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Anthem of the Anachronists (Lyric) by coffeespoons
Missal allegedly found in a cracked tepot in an old drafty attic in the
remains of an unforunately ramshackle and broken down country house in
the west of England, attributed to an obscure but mildly noteworthy cult
of preterists:
'O children of Anachronism
Proud without a fall
Harbingers of other times
Who in the spaces call:
O twisted time!
O peerless rhyme!
O combat boots and hose!
O corsets trimmed in PVC!
Yes, give us some of those.
We dedicate ourselves with glee
To eras out of sight
We pledge our muddled time to thee
O strangest muse in sight.
Anachronism! Wondrous thing!
Long may thy reign be bright
And bring us to a period
Where ev'rything's just right.â
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