Yehedasheth
And his tribe descended from
The steppes, balloons of
Spirit (ruach) did they tow.
They did raise mighty temples
To Adonai, called
Pyramids. They were
Betrayed in Egypt, priestess
Bound and crushed beneath
The pyramid, but
One day they would return in
Fire and fury.
I want to run. I
Can’t. This collar on my neck
Catches me, holds me
Down. Each time it bites
My flesh, my spirit falls, I
Despair the hope of
Liberty. It will
Be for me no noose, but will
Become my anchor.
This is where I plant
My cornerstone, where I will
Build my strong tower.
Warning: some of these images really disturb me. No actual violence is depicted, but they’re disturbing symbols. This post is really just a rebus thread representing my train of thought.
I was at my job, and came across the unicursal hexagram on an artwork on one of the walls. I was surprised, as it’s an occult symbol, and my first thought was Lucifer’s Sigil.
Which it resembles, certainly.
Let’s call her Lottie.
She just watched her whole life in
Flames, Sheol on earth.
Her husband offered
Her daughters to be raped to
Appease wickedness.
Sole survivors of
Genocide, and she was left
Alive? Her? How was
She to live? Darkness,
No hint of a savior. She
Wisely turned to salt.
If all these must fall,
To raise my power skyward,
Let it be done, now.
I bought the pretty
Widow for a song, and then
We got to smooching
She’d never kissed a
Dame before, and so I broke
Her in. Our time was
Sweet, but had to end, because
Her elder sister,
Just as comely, came
Onto the market,
And her bosoms are to die
For, goodbye widow,
Fare thee well, I know
You’ll do me proud, for I send
You to dear Mamma.
My lady sold me
Down the road for half of what
I was worth. I got
So mad, I worked twice
As hard, and returned one cold
Night. I bought her up,
And sold her to the
Ugly one eyed Gus she hates.
I had a laugh, but
Got to thinking, went
To fetch her back, But Gus said
“Get to hell!” So I
Started drinking, spent
My money, and ended up
In jail. Two long years,
And she shows up with
A coin purse in her hand and
A wicked grin. I
Couldn’t guess what she
Had in mind, I was so glad
To see her. We killed
Old Gus, and took his
Land, and made a pretty
Penny. Now here we
Sit, and she gets that
Look in her eye again. I
Know I’m on sale soon.
Herman’s Hermitage 