Сегодня - Великий Праздник.
День рождения Последнего Рыцаря Вселенной.
These are the dregs
The last grains of the age
It may be the
hourglass
Or earth covering earth
But not in Bethlehem
Not in
Jerusalem
Not in Chorazaim
And not in Bethsaida
We will not again
see
God humbled on an ass
But see
See
On a white horse he
comes
Blazing sword in burning hand
"Lo, I am become death
The
destroyer of worlds"
His hands are backed up
They're straining at his
neck
What colour shall we rank in him?
What face shall we deliver
him?
There may be the black dog
There may be the white dog
Hitler comes
as Kalki
Kalki comes as Hitler
Teeth. Teeth. Teeth. Teeth.
But meaningless lights
Still hold our attention
We think that the holy
books
Are written in blood and fire
But what if it's water?
The fire's
turned to blood
The blood's turned to water
And the water's turned to
what?
Milk? Piss? Lies? Dust?
Hitler comes as Kalki
Kalki comes as
Hitler
Everything becomes emptiness
But goes through fire
Secret mother
(gsang yum chen mo)
Secret fater (gsang yab chen po)
Hitler becomes Kalki
Kalki becomes Hitler
White horse and red
horse
Christ twists on the cross
Christ smiles in the guttering
rubble
He brings not peace but a sword
Maybe the ocean roars
immaculate
Maybe the stars fall incomprehensible
Oh these all tell
me
These all spell to me
Hitler as Kalki
Kalki as Hitler
Where's your god now?
I'll point out his varied forms to you:
One: He
hangs on the end of a tree
Two: He's nailed to the arms
Of that self-same
tree
And three: He spins and soars
And laughs through space
One day the
world sees
Oh one day the world sees
Hitler as Kalki
Kalki as Hitler
He lies matted
Half in time and half in space
Through the rising
incense smoke
I see him in a crouded room
I see him crossing the mountain
range
If we see man at his most bloody
If we see man at his most
base
Shall we then and there say
"This is reality; this is his
nature"?
what makes the pain
More real than the joy?
Both are so
mignled
And muddied together
To pull them apart
We butcher the
essence
And cripple its meaning
God is on the cross
Or three gods perhaps
If they are all
one
Neither coming nor going
Neither waxing nor waning
But immense in
their unity
Matter and space
He rides between the spaces
And he rides
between the pain
In the secret heart of becoming
In the secret modes of
darkness
His eyes are now shuttered windows
Oh man man man man
With his
claws and his lies
With his peace and his pain
With his love and his
sorrow
With his candle of hope
That stutters and dies
No liberation
through hearing
When the sound of the world's collapsing
Deafens deafens
deafens our ears
And pierces our hearts
Hitler as Kalki
Kalki as Hitler
Rolling and roaring
Exultant and
trembling
Sorrow sorrow sorrow
Where the eagle flies
Where the eagle
shudders
Where the eagle drops
Where the eagle plummets
All things
merging
And all things dissolving
Then stars collapse
The vortex
commences in space
The rubble collects
The debris gathers
Time starts
to shiver
By heart's blood
If I dissolve into your body
If I hoped to find
White light in your
soul
If together we fall into forever
Would we not notice the
turbulence
That no longer waits?
First he comes
From on a hill
Then he's running
Throughout the
town
Then he stands
Devoid of peace
Devoid of place
Devoid of pity
Oh my dear Christ
Carried broken from sad brown earth
Teeth. Teeth.
Teeth. Teeth. Teeth.
Hitler as Kalki
Kalki as Hitler
Hitler
Kalki
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