New Order

From the niche of my dream it appeared one morning, that was not a morning; a sublunar vision.

My name doesn't matter: I'm dead for the world, and for any happiness or grace.

Because my name was forgotten by their hearts.

From the niche of my dream, one night, like a pilgrimage to obscure zones, and about the things that will happen.































Then I saw a solar perfume throw bestialized alarms to the magnetized Earth; the floating treasure of the megalithic spaceships sailed away toward the horizon. Toward the The.



The race of the insects came to be multiplied on the land in a prodigious manner, because I saw it.

The Guarany telepath tyrants with panther feet, they walked darkly by subterranean corridors of black grease, waiting for their end:
the Vigilante of Occident was furiously buried under the magic of the seas of Japan: the time of the nations was come:
Celtic pasture for the amphibious UFO's and beyond-plus ultra: kick start for the final onset.


I saw the forgotten and submarine sons of Atlas calling in noise of erotomania from their domes...I saw this.

Because they called from their domes of calcium light, in the Ocean's nights.






II

In a moment, a huge red empire blue, threw itself toward the suns, by force of human muscles: the thermonuclear China.

The bland eruptions of martian Etnas were recorded optically by the Mongolian eyes of the aströnauts:
seen from the distance, the mother Earth, so nuclear, it was boiling overpopulated by nervous, membranaceous insects with obdurated carcasses.





From the wide Tartarous plains, that look themselves like lonely worlds, woman-haired locusts came marching with repügnant velocity:
their torsos were black meat; their height was like 6 metres tall, and under the speedy paces of their metallic legs, they left a disgusting smell, like the smell of the excrements mixed with fat: ¿ah! Under the blue-France sky of the steppes, I saw their steely thighs destroy and manducate an iron's transiberian 1975.

The horror was seen in the red eyes of these parcas, while Psyché sang argent songs for the full monsters, daughters of the Earth.


Because I saw them being ejected by the vagina of the planet, crying, in black blood, opened to the gneis.

Under tenebricose skies of the isle of Japan, the locusts born from the Earth.

And the Earth was raped by Psyché to engender this abomination.

And Psyché marched with them; I saw all this in my mirage.






III

But their career didn't last: the steel locüsts were tortured by celestial fire at the gates, in time to.







...I saw the blood of the cursed Aztec martyrs rise in resentment.
At the feet of the copper virgin, a giant bird began his flight of terror: I beheld that the astral doors of Atl were open in Sirius for the demented idols.


After the rain, a sombre god of blond hair, like an automaton, he arrived from beyond the cosmic dwellings.
His skin was white, and black his beard was.

The brown crowd called him Son of the Typhoon, and adored his silvery armour. His beard was red; I saw this.






IV

Then, there was silence in the sky for 41 minutes, and high in the cosmic theater appeared 11 violent thrones, with 11 living beings seated there.

The living beings cürsed the Americas, solemnly.

North to south: their voices were like water falling on bronz, furious and solemn: in that exact moment, 11 typhoons, as tall as continents, crashed on the Americas, south to north. And I saw this disaster.


The countries disappeared; and it was called The Damned Country. And its memory was erased forever nevermore.


Because It was called The Damned Country.









And from the Canada to the isles of the south, all their damned descendants were eliminated.



And it began the Age of the Turbot.




Because from the niche of my dream, I saw the back of the mountain ranges broken in two, like rotting wood.






V

Whilst the nations were crying for the Americas, a depopulator angel fell on Earth, making it tremble:
he was as tall as the Himalayas, and on his thigh he had two signs: Nemesis & the Madness. I saw the signs.



The angel fell on his feet over Europe, and the race of the men, ran for cover to the caves when they saw him, and shaking their shoulders in panic they blasphemed of God and His Holy Tabernacle.

This sacrilege aroused the ire of the angel, who minced the Balkans under his feet.

Hungary was massacred completely. So the northern Africa. No one survived.

His soles were stained with blood of man, and the Sahara was sunk under the sea. I saw all this, and I cried.






VI

In that moment, rays like white cramps, started to fall from the clouds over the Red Country and Japan.

The rays were so fervent that all the yellow race was carbonized. In a few minutes they were deleted, them all.





...Here I saw that the räys kept on falling, while the smoke covered the east; and the Indostan was broken in two, succumbing under the sea; whilst the marine waves licked the base of the Himalayas.

The tides got mad, and the burning ocean boiled the Australia and the isles of the south under green skies.










But the men fornicated more and more, with the daughters of the men; and substituted the name of God with their nefand amulets, made with their prepuces and menstruums.

Their infatuations became strange, same as their delirious passions and any sort of sodomy. And I saw every detail of this.

Their degeneration was so nefarious, that the wömb of the Ëarth started vomiting the corpses of the dead ones.


Then, an imposing, stentorian voice like a deafening hiss was heard from the skies.






VII

Suddenly, I saw the angel puking centipedes over the Muslim nations.
These centipedes were like high-speed trains; their loins were protected by panels of black steel, and their speed was 2900 miles p/h.


Their paws were like wheels, and their strength was in the wheels.

And they were allowed to kill and torture for half a time, and two times, and half a time yet.

And they spat long tongues of fire from their mouths; and the fire came from their sex and their loins.


And their eyes were like eyes of man.


I saw all this and I cried, and I couldn't get consolation.










...Turning my back with despair, I saw how the Moon and Sun were brusquely removed from their path; suddenly, a voice coming from a thunder announced just a sentence: "Is time to start the harvest."





I saw the angel sinking Britannia with his foot, then Gallia was buried under the waters.

Iberia, that was a devastated isle, was kicked and shattered by the angel.



From the pieces of Iberia that fell on the Alps, mechanical chrysalises sprouted, with paws of gold and lion heads.

Their size was like rhinocerose size, and their bodies creaked like crushed cockcroaches.

They spoke human words; and I heard the words clearly:
"NOW BLOOD; BLOOD TO THE HORSES' BITS...BECAUSE MINE IS THE BLOOD, AND THEIR LIVES; AND THEIR DEATH".



And the chrysalises killed from Helvetia, to this side; and from the Russias, towards the east, and beyond. Because their breath was venom, and they were millions.







While the Mare Tenebrarum rolled itself over the flat shores, I saw the angel bathing his bloody feet in the sea:
his eyes turned from blue to pellucid pink, and ocular discharges of parallel laser incinerated Germany and the infirm races of the north, while Italy was devoured by insects and carbonic fever.


The blood replenished the trenches of the oceans, el Grande Océano; that was dry because of the hate of God.



Because the seas were dried. I saw and heard this.






VIII

Then...over my head, violently, and horizontalizing exactly 178º toward Alpha Centauri, a red; an impossible red light filled the 29 angles of this Universe; from Andromeda to this side.






IX

I saw this red light making the astral chambers glow like empty boxes into the fire...the red light became...offensive...and I cried much.

Because I couldn't stop my tears from falling.






Then, a blue and acute point, appeared in the red glowing...