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    dots Submission Name: Interesting Timesdots
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    Author: DaleP
    ASL Info:    57/M/TX
    Elite Ratio:    6.21 - 629/553/330
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    In the season of unreason, misery's
    mist pervades the firmament.
    Gods are falling and darkness embraces
    all. The waters rise as tears flood down
    from heaven.
    Inequities' eyes hold secrets dark and grim.
    Unwary man stands entwined by vines of servitude.
    The euphoria of righteousness is sipped from a chalice
    brimming blood.
    For want of love the kalokagathian spirit
    is lost.
    Sprites behold the lie within and
    another seal is broken.
    Do you scream when the church bell rings?
    Have you heard the dark angels sing?
    Do you suppose you are just going mad?
    Now tell me, would that be all bad?
    Awakened by black lullaby to commune
    underneath a horrid gibbous moon.
    Bulging eyes in a frenzied trance
    they dance their jerking undead dance.
    And it seems its not just a dream
    its all part of a grander scheme.
    Oh, and you will be joined all too soon
    festooned with blood and consumed
    by an evil that never dies,
    when it ends it just plays reprise.
    And yet you act so surprised
    when the dice come up, snake eyes.
    You tremble as rhyme deserts with reason
    flowing into prose of macabre repose.
    In the great temple the priest feast
    upon sweet meats. They dine from
    golden platters, while measuring your faith
    in rubies and diamonds. The legions of the
    damned are disquieted growing restless
    they yearn for vengeance.
    In his hand the sword is merciless
    as it pierces once sacred flesh. A divine
    nightfall comes with utter overwhelming
    suddenness and the cries of the vengeful
    legions mingle with the unceasing screams
    of the righteous. The air is perceptibly
    colder. Then comes the hideous beating
    of strange drums floating down from
    afar in terrible rhythm, demonic drumming
    rising to louder pitch as ice-cold it becomes
    a wind of shocking sentience. This wind sweeps
    down from forbidden heights to coil about
    forlorn innocence. All is lost in red woven
    haze, the fiend has destroyed the peace
    and comfort of the world. Now it will live on
    and on, body to body forever, a dreadful magic
    of unending death. It is the Devil's business.
    and he is coming to claim his own.




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      How long Oh Lord, will our prophetic poets be ignored... until the bell tolls, the trumpet blows and the sword flashes across the heavens. Interesting times indeed, yes very interesting.

    Really, this is too good. And I was going to comment on how your eyes glow in the dark in your current picture, but I think not. Truck driver indeed... standing across the dimensions to deliver your load. Bruce has a worthy comment for you but I'm afraid I'm just going to tap out.

    I do need to check with Bruce (Monad) on his alien stuff because I have a link to what sure seems like a website he might be familiar with.
    | Posted on 2011-03-01 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ]
      Well I'll be , another quaintly cozy demonically sorcerous mysticism . Your lust is never ending . You know the race usually depicted as Satan is not the only hawk owl observing us with their clairaudience abilities . Some have architecture others raw magic , the roswell critters have flying saucers . There are tree people who live on sunlight who spend their time philosophizing about the positive nature of their social interaction . There are warring races with weapons that could turn our planet to dust . The human race's inability to clearly perceive the homelands of these creatures from afar makes us uniquely vulnerable . It seems to me that the development of world religions is a direct reflection of some of these races attempting to influence us for God only knows what reasons . That's if you believe in such an entity . Like when they saw the state of the world they cried and cried until they washed us all away and only know ah (Noah) survived . A quaint little demonically sorcerous mysticism , and only their chosen race survived . It's all in the translation . They say you can feel when people behind you are watching . I believe it ! "The euphoria of righteousness is sipped from a chalice brimming blood. " Hum , sweet Jesus , perhaps he really was a virgin birth . Who knows what magic they truly hold or what moral strictures they conform to . Personally I prefer to be philanthropically phenological . As a human I can't lay claim to the psycho kinetics of telecommunication's teleportations having no telekinesis ability on the existentially metaphysical . Unfortunately these alien races inspirations most often leave men with visions of self righteous perdition which they dream they observe with impunity . Consequently " And yet you act so surprised when the dice come up, snake eyes. " gets them every time . It's depressing being human . I know I posted a piece called "Sabbat Conclave Liaison" but that doesn't mean my emissary came to worship Satan . In fact per contra I came to remind them of their humanity . I know genocidal xenophobia is almost a biological natural aimed prophylaxis protocol but I like to think mystic symbiosis is still a positive force up spiritual sky regardless of the blood rain it ensues . Maybe if we all take off our hats together and get into a straight up forever ontology on high we can avoid the obvious conclusion your piece mentions and the inundating downpour will instead cause us to grow like so many trees in the springtime sunlight . Diabolically maniacal dementia brusque macabre abrupt . Heres to hoping we all have something to give there , and fiscal policies' fiduciary principle can truly lead to a plenary plenipotentiary we can all outrageous indignation live with . After all there obviously is enough room for all .

    Bruce
    | Posted on 2011-02-06 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ]


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