THE LORD OF THIS WORLD

Still from Fritz Lang’s Metropolis 1927

Taken up on a tower to look at the city
Streets in a light of gold but with lenses
Trained on the corners, clever their circuits
Measures of persons found with their senses

Measurements measured from eye to eye
Width of the nostrils, width of the mouth
On file in a memory, length doesn’t lie
About stride and this is the hideous strength

This can be yours says the darkest of angels
Ruler and king, emperor, idol
If only you genuflect, worship my reign
You can summon your subjects, be more than a devil

Hear from a microphone, see through a camera
Be the all-powerful under my power
But Jesus foresaw in the dread of the offer
The desert of death, the darkness forever