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as the walls came tumbling down
an itsy bitsy spider weaved its web
amongst the bug infested ruins of Armageddon
whilst the last rites of the red cockroach
(administered by mealy mouth maggots
whispering sanctimonious platitudes)
sent the faithful into a frenzy of despair
in the clear sparkling waters of heaven
an itsy bitsy spider laid its colorless eggs
amongst the pristine ruins of Avalon
whilst the coronation of the blue dolphin
(administered by God obsessed virgins
singing songs of jubilee)
signaled to the faithful that rapture was at hand
in the cold dark corridors of hell
the itsy bitsy spider gave a halleluiah shout
as it crawled back into the bloated belly of the beast
it’s the small things in life that go unnoticed…
(excerpt from the journals of "the four horseman of the apocalypse")
Apocalyptic snapshots # 1
The Setting: The End Times
The Place: The Ruins of Armageddon
The Players: The disciples Moseffa and Casapolis
The Conflict: The Death of the Red Cockroach
Moseffa: Now our work begins. I feel a thrill in these tired bones.
Casapolis: How can you say such a thing! The prophet is dead, plague and pestilence has wiped out most of our armies, our cities have been plundered by the false prophet’s dogs and when once we were the hunters, we’ve now become the hunted. This is our darkest hour and I fear the work has died with Him.
Moseffa: How can you be so blind? His death is our beginning. His teachings are a map to power, truth and glory; and we hold the keys to its treasure. Out from the ash and flame we will rise like the phoenix and build a bigger and better garden to play and frolic in. This is our moment in time and we need to stay awake in order to manipulate its outcome.
Casapolis: We’re being hunted to extinction and you’re talking about new beginnings. The master died before he revealed all His teachings and secrets. He sketched us an outline on the work, not a full drawing. What are we to do and say to those who still follow the Way of the Cockroach.
Moseffa: We’ll just fill in the blanks and say what’s in our hearts. The rest will come as it comes.
Casapolis: You live amongst the clouds and the dreams that weaved them. You look upon the reality before you as if it were a mirage. You accept the obstacles and the horror we continue to face as a matter of course and a way to a means. We need a better plan for us to survive the coming days.
Moseffa: So make us a plan so that we may live these coming days; for you see the road before us now: while I see the road miles ahead. These are exciting times and only those with a warrior’s heart will survive. My bones are exceedingly thrilled as the new dawn approaches
Cosapolis: My bones are depressingly chilled for the coming days ahead.
Moseffa: Let’s do the work.
Capaolis: We’re doing it now…
(excerpts from recordings and dairies found in the personal library of The Great Monk, Santo Nicola)
{Appendix C of “The Tangled Tapestry”}
Santo Speaks # 3
Endings are the start of new beginnings –it’s where new ages and stories begin again…
(from the lost writings of the immortals)
This first snapshot of the Great Apocalyptic Wars of the Three Kingdoms warms my black heart. Heaven and Earth both were caught up in their own arrogance. The Blue Dolphin and The Red Cockroach stopped paying attention to the little things and like all petulant children disregarded the advice of their elders; thinking that they had things well in hand.
They let Little Hell swallow them up. The Great Spider and the Four Horsemen were unleashed upon all the Kingdoms. Only Hell Proper – (5th, 6th, 7, 8th and 9th gates) withstood the onslaught.
The desert scene is where the disciples of the Red Cockroach create a New Age out of the ashes and dungheap of broken dreams. Out of hopelessness and despair does a new story begin…
Santos Nicola
The Black Monk
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nature weeps, the devil sings
at man’s greed and pride
and what it brings
just lots of useless
little things…
"He was the brightest of all the stars
of heaven, and even ripped and torn
in half, he still shone with a fire of a
billion suns. With a mighty roar
and a Big Bang, he imploded and
exploded out of the nothingness; and
the flow of Time began.”
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Apocalyptic Snapshots # 2
