- Apocalyptic Snapshots # 4
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weavemaker- January 3rd, 23:58
Apocalyptic Snapshots #4
Rabbit Holes and a Tea Party for Old Nick
Take your shoes off before diving into the mud;
and make sure your socks are made of nylon
Rabbit Holes and a Tea Party for Old Nick
Sing those hosannas and halleluiahs to the Lord when you lie and cheat;
for hypocrites are the pillars of the community
Rabbit Holes and a Tea Party for Old Nick
Puff away on the magic pipe and juice up the veins with dream candy;
the Jack of Spades carjacks the King of Hearts and fondles his Queen
Rabbit Holes and a Tea Party for Old Nick
A blow to the head and a little duct tape on the mouth;
why pay for it when you can get it free
Rabbit Holes and a Tea Party for Old Nick
“Off with their heads” shouted the holocaust deniers and jihad criers;
as 100,000 Virgins swallowed the keys to their chastity belts
Rabbit Holes and a Tea Party for Old Nick
The rabbit jumps back into his hole and is eaten by the Fox
Old Nick’s Tea Party was a wild success
(psalm 999 from the roachcerian scriptures)
The Ice slowly melts and evaporates within the wailing winds-It cracks and moans above and below Me – the deep and comforting cold no longer numbs and sooths My festering wounds - into the ice I sink no more and begin to rise up from the depths of My healing tomb- the day of judgment will soon be at hand and My Wrath against those who have gnawed upon My Bones will be merciless…
The Great Monk used his considerable willpower and strength of mind to break away and disconnect himself from the dream thrall before it overtook him completely. Lately, he had been finding it was becoming more spiritually and mentally draining, as well as physically painful, to return- with his identity intact- to the waking world of his reality. The Dark Lords Dream Thoughts and the landscape of His Self-Imposed prison were becoming as real and vivid to him as his own. He knew his time as Santo Nicola, was drawing to a close; as it was only a matter of time before his True Identity would manifest itself and consume the false one -He- made to protect the true Nature of what he truly was. The Great Monk found himself back in his meditation chamber soaked in his own blood and sweat and aching from head to toe but was relieved to find that his humanity was still intact. Before the inevitable happened, he needed time to fulfill his destiny and set things on the natural path by locating the Greenfire Tapestry; as only one soaked in humanity and blessed with the veil of ignorance can do…
Fire
hell’s bane God’s flame
brimstone ashes and dust
burnt corpses dead grins and tainted
Smoke
Hailstones
dragons breath; death
sickly winds frozen sin
the mighty beast lies trapped within
The Ice
But It lives and…
It Sings
of ghastly things
to the beat of its horrid wings
It Weeps
and never sleeps
as blood and scum drips off its fiendish cheeks
On traitors bones
that rotted meat
does it eat and eat and eat
(from the book of Legends, Lies and Myths about Hell and the Morningstar)
"Appendix C of the Tangled Tapestry"
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