Battlestar Galactica

WE WANT THE WOLD

& WE WANT IT

NOW!

Virgin Mother of Exiles

Revelation 17

Babylon, the Prostitute on the Beast

¹ One of the seven angels who had the seven bowls came and said to me, “Come, I will show you the punishment of the great prostitute, who sits by many waters. ² With her the kings of the earth committed adultery, and the inhabitants of the earth were intoxicated with the wine of her adulteries.”

³ Then the angel carried me away in the Spirit into a wilderness. There I saw a woman sitting on a scarlet beast that was covered with blasphemous names and had seven heads and ten horns. ⁴ The woman was dressed in purple and scarlet, and was glittering with gold, precious stones and pearls. She held a golden cup in her hand, filled with abominable things and the filth of her adulteries. ⁵ The name written on her forehead was a mystery:

BABYLON THE GREAT

THE MOTHER OF PROSTITUTES

AND OF THE ABOMINATIONS OF THE EARTH.



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18</sup> The woman you saw is the great city that rules over the kings of the earth.”

The New Colossus  (by Emma Lazarus, 1883)

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

Bad Romance

The Problematic Night

The problems of the night

   are too numerous to invite

The biggest problem of the night

   being the utter lack of light

Another problem with the night

   is the requirement to fight

I’d rather lay in the light

   than struggle thru the night

But light skin burns

   and all smart men know

      we all need a little night

         in order to glow

 

The night is costly

   and blind as a bat

to all you’ve lost

   and all It’s cost

The day gives and gives

   but the night sucks it all up

Squeezes your dry

   and spits you up

      like a baby

         with a belly ache

Opposable Thumbs

Interlude by William Ernest Henley

O, the fun, the fun and frolic

that The Wind that Shakes the Barley

scatters through a penny-whistle

Tickled with artistic fingers!

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Grinning, in herself a ballet,

Fixed as Fate upon Her audience.

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Splinted fingers tap the rhythm;

And a head all helmed with plasters

Wags a measured approbation.

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Invictus by William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

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It maters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate,

I am the captain of my soul.

Freak on a Leash