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Aristiden

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HE/\VEN /\ND E/\RTH WILL P/\SS /\W/\Y

I spoke to Metatron and he told me that DOMINIONS will come and they will scatter ashes of metal hubris across plains of coagulated blood. Ezekiel showed me the PROVERBS of TRUTH and they circled into triangular icosahedrons and each vertex was a fiery sword piercing the TWELVE ORCHID HEARTS of MAN . 6 13 666 hissed the Shining Serpent .

I spoke to Azrael and he told me that THRONES will come and they will trample the plastic hubris with fire and eyes . Ezra showed me the SCROLL of ENDINGS and it was ape-like beasts ripping apart the MANY LIMBED MACHINE of MAN . 7 11 777 yelped the Crowned Fox .

I spoke to Michael and he told me that LIARS will come and they will show me death and dust . John showed me the WORD of GOD and His side gaped with Longinus' spear put through it and the tip was sharpened by the ENDLESS TURNING WHEEL of MAN . 3 12 333 whispered the Bleeding Lamb .

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-------------------------------------------- It was morning when the dust of my bones stuck to the matted sinew and flesh and the dirt was burnt off. When Ezekiel was right and the bones strode across the ground of the CITY of GOD . Was Adam molded in clay or was he stitched together from corpses or was he a stem cell replicated to animate CONTRIVED ORGANS ? ----------
------------ The morning will not end. ----------------------------------

---------------------------------- I have paintings hanging above my couch, my stairwell, my bed, and my mantle. I painted them with oil. They are each a precarious, craggy landscape corrupted with psychedelic or maybe religious GEOMETRY . Angels pour in from the angles. They hold lightning bolts and chains and more eyes . The largest and brightest is the one above the couch. --
------- No one else has sat on my couch. No one else has seen my paintings. ---------------
-----------------------The one above the mantle is charcoal. A scene from a dream. In it, there is a cabin standing in a clearing, lit starkly by the morning. Behind it, knots of bushes and trees reach up the forest wall to the canopy like behind any cabin. I can paint the scene again with oil on the canvas of bone inside my skull. When I get to the windows, the morning light competes with the light produced within and then I smell a pie. Baked apples andcrisp crustand flickeringcandles anddustyframes.-------------------------------------------------------

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------Since-I--finished,---- angels -havebeen-------- chittering ----incorners,--------- skittering ---across-beams,-------- clinging to--rafters.----------------------------------------------------------
--------------------------------------Their-wings--- buzz -like--- LOCUSTS .-----------Eyelids clicking .--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

---------------------------------------------------I-------want---to-----leave.-------------------------

The Lapse : The TREE of KNOWLEDGE became an apple tree .
The Flood : The WILL of GOD became the storm .
The Cross : The COVENANT became a sugar pill .
The Parousia : The HEAVEN and EARTH became worm meal .

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