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Friday, August 7, 2015

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Saturday, April 28, 2012

Monday, March 12, 2012

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 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

Thursday, March 1, 2012

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

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Friday, August 7, 2015

Saturday, April 28, 2012

Battlestar Galactica

Monday, March 12, 2012

Virgin Mother of Exiles

Revelation 17

Babylon, the Prostitute on the Beast

Thursday, March 1, 2012

The Problematic Night

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