The Seven Seals are Revealed at the End of Time as Seven Bows: the
Bloodbow, the Pissbow, the Painbow, the Faminebow, the Deathbow, the
Angerbow, the Hohohobow
THEN the morning after. A time and a time and a time and a time; all shall
be well or not. As the bluegreenbrown world is drenched with horsegore, and
the redseas are covered with horsehair, the ThreeGod arises. As a sign of
Betrayal - His? Ours? - a vast Bloodbow covers the skies. One dips into a
broken bowl full of sadness, the other into seven hundred children with
horses' heads in different stages of decomposition. Across the Bloodbow a
hundredthousand betrayers are nailed and lost. To the sound of the mewling
of eight million cats all those who have betrayed humanity twist and turn.
Step forward, if you can, Satan in many scumcoloured forms. Histermarks.
If you have had ears better to have slain them there on the warplain of your
face. Hell is paved, despite the Balance, with tedium and loss. Hell is
where the steeds then betray the horsemen, and the horsemen betray their
steeds, and and and and. The Bloodbow begins to discolour: streams of urine
begin to gush from the blackbending heavens and hells that have circled
everything so very quickly. The Redbloodbow gives birth to a Ureabow.
ThreeGod starts to weep. Then all the angels weep. Then all the demons
weep. The stench of the universal uric acid fills all the worlds ever ever
existing. The Bloodbow is replenished by a rain that ascends from the bodies
of the damned on earth. Huge clots of gore and blood and lymph rise up,
ripping through the flesh of the lost; the Bloodbow increases in size, and
bubbles and seethes. Unable to take any more, just over the surface of the
earth a thick plain of screaming congeals into the Painbow, which hovers and
turns above the soil. Alas! A high pitched singing emerges; bones, some
gleamingteethywhite, some shitdustbrown, start to clatter from the Painbow.
A ricketty arch is hesitantly built by the rothorsekids from the bones and
bones: the Faminebow. "We are so hungry, so very hungry" they sigh. They
die, their hunger to be forever unassuaged. Their rotting bodies arise in
clumps 'n' bits 'n' bobbins, forming over the Bonebow - that is to say, the
bubbling Faminebow, a new, special experience. A grotty rotty mass of
children's and horses' grey flesh, death in all its mumbling and dull
colours, step or crawl right up for the Deathbow. ThreeGod has been so angry
with us all whilst this is happening; His frown fills up one trillion
universes, or more if you please or if you don't. His pursed lips fill up
even more universes than His frown, as His anger grows as it descends His
face. This immeasurable frown becomes the inverted Angerbow; an upsidedown
'U' that is constituted entirely of choler and spit, pick 'n' mix... stones
and sticks... 'n' 666 - it makes me sick!
Then He sees, in His mercy, that the Worlds have all passed away. The frown
passes, and ThreeeGod starts to laugh. The farce is over, the wasted
experiment over, and His jolly laugh becomes the HoHoHoBow.
All the starres are dead now.
And so we pass away.
Whilst the Gods play
We pass away
(Yet the stars and the moon and the sun and the comets and the little birds
and the little lights and the little animals tath sing to God God bless the
little animals and the little animals that scream to God please O Lord bless
the little animals that weep and weep and weep they are approaching the
Greatbluegate of Death itself oh Lord hear me when I shout and shout and
shout my heart is almost empty)
Anyhow, once I looked at the stars, and they were all blood. Over the
Southerncross she arose, redbloodyred, as I think she was, Luciferette and
how she shined. Overthere in the west, where alas she had begun to set,
dead children were singing. Out of my window, beyond Mao Rao and Yao what
seems to be the sun over the arch of Beslam, shining. Louis Wain is there.
I can see, if I stretch my eyes far and further, William Lawes dead dead dead
on the plain dead dead dead. I fall to my knees and weep. And goodbye to
You all.
And goodbye to you all
Whilst the Gods play
Goodbye
Goodbye to you all