Harvest

Crop circles, and Wells
Doors of reception
As and Vs
Like waves uncease
Floods and Fires
Insurance claims
as acts of God
while others retort
Climate chainged.
Our Lady wants to purchase twins
And make them her next of kins
As September rises to the top
Damien makes a bauble-top
Full with gems and metal pure
A glyph of death, financially secure
Shine on u crazy diamonds
On the dark side of the Moon
Orbis eye, great Baal-Loon
I heard you had been born with
A Spoon upon your tongue
Sending Silver Surfers out
And burning up the Sun
And leaves turn a golden-brown
While Phasers turn to stun....