Before You Worship, Die. (21th Tarot)

 I

So you have chosen death, to be put out of your misery; 

wanting to run with the young stallions, with fiery Colts; 

Broncos and Andalusian Beauties? To be slurred on Markets; 

condemned at church and ridiculed in the courts and senates!

II

For the sake of the mantle of the Prophet, you have chosen death; 

behold, you have chosen to marry Hagia Sophia, and be the Man!! 

You shall not inherit from the Earth neither title nor grain; neither money 

nor fame. Because the World is a cruel mistress, who rots you away, like banana peels.

III

Generators of Rex and their loyal monkeys can vouch; Before you worship, die!! 

Don't leave anything behind, neither woman; nor oxen nor Manor, which could pull 

your eyes off your Grand Prize... You shall be Tesseract with four faces on against the World; 

He who loves his life and the Worlds compliments, is not Friends with Yahveh sebaot and His Christ!!

IV

There is no Game -- Then God is Yours, forget all Mothers and Fathers and Sons, to blame. 

The Man shall look away all Valour; The Eagle look all Just; The Ox look all Hope; 

the Lion all Wisdom to dust!! Only Yahveh Sebaot, His Christ and Holy Spirit, will be thus -- 

before you worship, die; be like an empty cup, who molds like water. Yours chosen lot!!

V

The World shall tease you with books and scholarships; goade you with evil  tongues. 

Put a knife on your throat; a stone in your mouth; wormwood in your heart; vinegar 

in your veins! You shall be neither Christian nor Pagan nor Gentleman!! In the Void, 

while nothing is upon nothing, before the World was made, you shall Be the same...