Apocalyptic Snapshots # 1

Apocalyptic Snapshots # 1

 

 

 

 

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…

 

(from the journals of “the four horseman of the apocalypse”)

 

 

 

 

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 old 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. We who were the hunters have now become the hunted; hopping and running to our holes like scared little rabbits. 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 ultimate power, truth and glory; and it’s we who 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 hell bent 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 rejuvenated bones are exceedingly thrilled as the new dawn approaches

 

Cosapolis:  My aching 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”}          

 

         

 

        

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