Time is a front to the wearer and the tear
Of nodule and tailor are to be here
And there and not to the why and the whyfore and
Indeed it is so and so it is
So to be here is to be ended and not from the far flung
Word but from the whyn’t and the why’d left of the Bank
Of England and not here
But there, for it is about time you all knew
It to be here and there and not the why and the where
But the where and the One who does
For it is about time for All
To be here and there and again
The swoop of all
Nasturshed blessed comer.
I will be them and not thine wilt as it shall
Be here and there and not the why but the wherefore
For it is about time to be here
And there and not their and theirin for it is about time
You come to the fore and see it for yourself.
I will go but it not to be so
And so it be’nt and not to be but there be for and not to fore
And so it be and so it be so
And bye and bye and bye
No more for y’all shall I come to the din and the dinner of it All.
Explanation: Bank of England = the church, where the Queen was/is of course, the leader, and back in the fifteenth century or so, she was the Head of the Church by Divine Right.
The Call = the call to arms for the church to fight for the Lord aka
Onward Chritstian Soldiers to fight in the Crusades
This was written in St Stephen’s Church Bath where I sat amongst the parishoners last Friday night to listen to the work of Bach and Vivaldi and I had to take out my laptop (to the objections of others) and type the above.