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  • roserougesang
    Forum Member
    Forum Member
    • Feb 2007
    • 418

    #1

    The Apocalypse In A Song

    The Seven Seals are Revealed at the End of Time as Seven Bows: the Bloodbow, the
    Pissbow, the Painbow, the Faminebow, the Deathbow, the Angerbow, the Hohohobow

    THEN the morning after. A time and a time and a time and a time; all shall be
    well or not. As the bluegreenbrown world is drenched with horsegore, and the
    redseas are covered with horsehair, the ThreeGod arises. As a sign of Betrayal
    - His? Ours? - a vast Bloodbow covers the skies. One dips into a broken bowl
    full of sadness, the other into seven hundred children with horses' heads in
    different stages of decomposition. Across the Bloodbow a hundredthousand
    betrayers are nailed and lost. To the sound of the mewling of eight million
    cats all those who have betrayed humanity twist and turn. Step forward, if you
    can, Satan in many scumcoloured forms. Histermarks. If you have had ears better
    to have slain them there on the warplain of your face. Hell is paved, despite
    the Balance, with tedium and loss. Hell is where the steeds then betray the
    horsemen, and the horsemen betray their steeds, and and and and. The Bloodbow
    begins to discolour: streams of urine begin to gush from the blackbending
    heavens and hells that have circled everything so very quickly. The Redbloodbow
    gives birth to a Ureabow. ThreeGod starts to weep. Then all the angels weep.
    Then all the demons weep. The stench of the universal uric acid fills all the
    worlds ever ever existing. The Bloodbow is replenished by a rain that ascends
    from the bodies of the damned on earth. Huge clots of gore and blood and lymph
    rise up, ripping through the flesh of the lost; the Bloodbow increases in size,
    and bubbles and seethes. Unable to take any more, just over the surface of the
    earth a thick plain of screaming congeals into the Painbow, which hovers and
    turns above the soil. Alas! A high pitched singing emerges; bones, some
    gleamingteethywhite, some shitdustbrown, start to clatter from the Painbow. A
    ricketty arch is hesitantly built by the rothorsekids from the bones and bones:
    the Faminebow. "We are so hungry, so very hungry" they sigh. They die, their
    hunger to be forever unassuaged. Their rotting bodies arise in clumps 'n' bits
    'n' bobbins, forming over the Bonebow - that is to say, the bubbling Faminebow,
    a new, special experience. A grotty rotty mass of children's and horses' grey
    flesh, death in all its mumbling and dull colours, step or crawl right up for
    the Deathbow. ThreeGod has been so angry with us all whilst this is happening;
    His frown fills up one trillion universes, or more if you please or if you
    don't. His pursed lips fill up even more universes than His frown, as His anger
    grows as it descends His face. This immeasurable frown becomes the inverted
    Angerbow; an upsidedown 'U' that is constituted entirely of choler and spit,
    pick 'n' mix... stones and sticks... 'n' 666 - it makes me sick!
    Then He sees, in His mercy, that the Worlds have all passed away. The frown
    passes, and ThreeeGod starts to laugh. The farce is over, the wasted experiment
    over, and His jolly laugh becomes the HoHoHoBow.
    All the starres are dead now.
    And so we pass away.

    Whilst the Gods play
    We pass away

    (Yet the stars and the moon and the sun and the comets and the little birds and
    the little lights and the little animals tath sing to God God bless the little
    animals and the little animals that scream to God please O Lord bless the
    little animals that weep and weep and weep they are approaching the
    Greatbluegate of Death itself oh Lord hear me when I shout and shout and shout
    my heart is almost empty)

    Anyhow, once I looked at the stars, and they were all blood. Over the
    Southerncross she arose, redbloodyred, as I think she was, Luciferette and how
    she shined. Overthere in the west, where alas she had begun to set, dead
    children were singing. Out of my window, beyond Mao Rao and Yao what seems to
    be the sun over the arch of Beslam, shining. Louis Wain is there. I can see, if
    I stretch my eyes far and further, William Lawes dead dead dead on the plain
    dead dead dead. I fall to my knees and weep. And goodbye to You all.

    And goodbye to you all
    Whilst the Gods play
    Goodbye
    Goodbye to you all




    That song was by Current 93, for your information.
    "A she-goff who claims to not be a witch is the worst kind of contradiction."
  • Daisy Mae Johnson
    The Future Mrs. Ezekiel Flint
    Voted Best Pies in Freehold 10 Years Running
    aka the Biblethumpin Blonde
    True Christian™
    • Sep 2006
    • 15708

    #2
    Re: The Apocalypse In A Song

    How terribly meloncholy. Are you killing yourself tonight?

    Please child let us SAVE you first.

    How are you gunna do it? Close the garage with the car running? Slitting your wrist along the vein? Drinking bleach?

    Lve, Sister Thumper
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    • roserougesang
      Forum Member
      Forum Member
      • Feb 2007
      • 418

      #3
      Re: The Apocalypse In A Song

      It's a song by a band called Current 93, I didn't write the song. It's meant to be about the apocalypse, that's why I thought you lot might like it.
      "A she-goff who claims to not be a witch is the worst kind of contradiction."

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      • Bobby-Joe
        Landover Security Superviser
        Asset Loss Prevention and Personal Security Expert
        NOT angry and positively NOT Gay
        True Christian™
        • Sep 2006
        • 18405

        #4
        Re: The Apocalypse In A Song

        Originally posted by BibleThumpinBlonde View Post
        How terribly meloncholy. Are you killing yourself tonight?

        Please child let us SAVE you first.

        How are you gunna do it? Close the garage with the car running? Slitting your wrist along the vein? Drinking bleach?

        Lve, Sister Thumper
        Oh dear me,

        Rose, I know it is hard, you look in the mirror and see an obious Goth and you want to destroy yourself but resist the impulse. Jesus loves you Rose! Don't give into Satan's lies, you can be saved!

        Give us a chance and we can help you, get you a nice pink dress, teach you how to cook and then find you a nice boy that will marry you. You don't have to kill yourself Rose!

        Time to reclaim our FREEDOM from the “Mullah in Chief” and his growing activist voter hoards of socialists, communists, anti-Semites, anti-Christians, atheists, radical gays and lesbians, feminists, illegal immigrants, Muslims, anti-Anglo whites and others.

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        Time to come clean on Benghazi Mr Obama!

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        • lord warrior
          Confirmed Enemy of God
          • Sep 2007
          • 406

          #5
          Re: The Apocalypse In A Song

          Originally posted by roserougesang View Post
          It's a song by a band called Current 93, I didn't write the song. It's meant to be about the apocalypse, that's why I thought you lot might like it.
          When i what a vision of the apocalypse, I'll read revelations, not some goth song.

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          • Brother Temperance
            Senior Usher
            True Christian™ missionary to the Unsaved Kingdom
            A very nice young man
            True Christian™
            • Sep 2006
            • 15621

            #6
            Re: The Apocalypse In A Song

            Originally posted by roserougesang View Post
            yadda yadda yadda, I'm so goff, woe is me.
            Ms. Tedious Goff, are you familiar with the concept of tl;dr?
            O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it--for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen.



            God being truth, justice, goodness, beauty, power, and life, man is falsehood, iniquity, evil, ugliness, impotence, and death. God being master, man is the slave. Incapable of finding justice, truth, and eternal life by his own effort, he can attain them only through a divine revelation... he who desires to worship God must harbor no childish illusions about the matter, but bravely renounce his liberty and humanity.

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