Tuesday, April 17, 2012

The dirge


For I have caused my terror in the land of the living: and he shall be laid in the midst of the uncircumcised with them that are slain with the sword, even Pharaoh and all his multitude, saith the Lord GOD:

Ezekiel 32:32




Repent and change false light, as the visions of the pur are hardening. That which you have done will be your reward.

There lies Hitler, Stalin and Mouselini.

Here lies Alexander, Napoleon and Caesar.

What will you say to them? "Arise leaders and give me place to sit as I am one of you!"

Will not they in scorn of Sheol ridicule you and rape you of your comforting illusion of greatness as they command, "Boy, fetch the men a coal as hell is not hot enough for real men!!!!!!"

The waters are stirred to their blackness. They are dark and brooding of death. The sentence has passed and when this is of the Lord's Voice, the measure of Judgment will be carried out.
You who trusted in demons will have the counsel of demons in your own mind lead you to your own shadows.

Those who dig the graves find a hole of their own digging.

The veil, the shroud, the death blanket, all the casket, coffin and crypt of your honor. Fishes will eat your flesh in the cesspool of an ocean grave.

The visions of the morning are not mourning. The reality of the evening is that of the celebrated dead sun.

Oh illuminated one how quickly the dirge passes in no one to carry the bier for caisson rides empty as the dead bury the dead.

Will Alexander say, "Be on your knees and be of service to the men here sodom boy?" Will your glory be one of holding the white pants pocket in your leash to Lugman Ameen Abdullah.

Osama bin Laden, Moamar Khadaffi, Saddam Hussein have their comfort in the midst, but where will your comfort be in the shadows, where rulers have their glory in hell and you have the servitude of the Hamite even there.

You have been weighed in this earth and found lacking and in the balance of hell, you have been found wanting.




"If these shadows remain unaltered by the Future, the child will die"
The Ghost of Christmas Future.




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