The Seven Seals Are Revealed At The End Of Time As

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    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

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    (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

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    Composición: Current 93 y David Tibet

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