Gott Mittel Gunst

 Gott mitt Uns -- Gotlieb Mittel Gunst; 

sühne die Sonne, sonder den Mond, fenunft. 

Fervünsche den Tode, tores kind Mensch. 

Sind Deiner Güter-Geister Verlassen, Zumpft -- 

Verfassen; Verhassen, Heisser den Hessen Rumpf. 

Schrumpfe Dich an den Mund, Das Hund die Kunst... 

Geier den Eimer, und Elmer den Zwein, die Zeit um Sonst! 

Ein Schlumpf wollte den tode entrinnen, Ein Wolff -- 

möchte ein mädchen ferschlingen -- die Schlange ist! 

Das Jüngste Gericht hat ein Gedicht bemahlt, Toll; 

gewollt zum wohle den Reiches Willen, Wilhelm Krull 

den Wagen des Orion Überzwingen. Wagner Zerschlicht 

wollte den Nietzsche gewicht nor Gesicht zu richten. 

Mit Nichten, das Lichten des Steines werther -- Zoll!! 

Gott mit Dunst -- Viele der Federn und Feler des Wesen; 

oh Veier, kein Veile, des Geiers seile, Gebein den Wein. 

Möchlich ist ess doch und durch zum Rohr, zum Kohl lesen; 

sehe dich in das Ton, liebe Mutter-Herr-Brot -- Das Butter hosen. 

Lass ess Heil -- Die Heiden; Die Kristen; Die Kleidern -- Kein! 

Wass nicht erichtet ist, kann ess nicht bewarten ermöglicht Sein; 

Fielleicht Ergötterungen bezwungen, weder den Jenen Ziele...

Runic Chant 2

 Lagus; Ansuz; Ehwaz; Wunyo/ Lagus; Ehwaz; Nautis; Nautis; Urus; Kenaz/ 

Kenaz; Ansuz; Ehwaz; Wunyo/ Wunyo; Isa; Hagalaz; Ansuz/ Reito; Odal; Ehwaz; Madr/

Jera; Ansuz/ Wunyo; Ansuz; Ehwaz; Nautiz/ Isa; Hagalaz; Ansuz/ 

Nautiz; Ehwaz; Isa; Madr/ Lagus; Urus; Birka; Jera; Ansuz/ Sowulo; Ehwaz; Isa; Nautis.

Those, who Ruth the World

 

I

Bleeding hearts, who full of Gorm Norm

the nomnom to whelm the underscore.

Nominous in ominous pious scorn;

disgruntled in the Joyous Feast of the Firstborn!

“Let me Help you and amend that sore;

pick that splinter in thine eye, knit your Tor!”

Calent dost not follow yours unkempt Dorf...

II

“You have so much, make it even, Steven;

better, then you cut yourself, shackle free spirit!”

Those, who Ruth the World, to make Leven;

while never been alive, shorted in severance –

there's your badge Magister? Short circuit!

Reed are all your believed outraged esprit;

no sangreal would ever offer their cup, Gwen.

III

Better be Ruthless and Relentless in Grandeur;

why hold contempts begrudged, then you could Breathe!

Temperance in all is the Solomon's key to Splendour –

those, who don't mar their clothes in entendu...

Let the gossip follow its own folly, you Sheathe –

for the Sword of God wants to lay rest in your stealth!!

Whom shall go out in the Name of the Lord, mon coeur?

Heroes of Blight and Tragic

 

I

Who wants to Live Forever, the Stalwart Hero,

as the Zeros and One's the chosen of the shotgun

roam free, healthy, sane – but You chose to gear up!

Why would anybody wanna be the chalice, that cup;

what Jesus lifts to His lips, to satiate Gods thirst, better run

for your Money – before it stabs through, like Asahel shunned

for being only pretty to look at, but no Abner the Buck!

II

All the Blight and Tragic glee, reserved all rights

for those, who wormwood and vinegar King and Country!

Abandon all hope and family, like a bride in the night,

for your groom is at His way, and knocking on sight...

Will you open to Love – the greatest Terror of all Bounty;

for you shall not love the worthy, but the Naughty;

the Gaunt; the Broken; Forsaken – that's behind your kite!!

III

Be Heartless, like a mother, who lost her offspring;

like a Man, who's brothers betrayed him, falling in the back.

For none of the Chosen shall feast on the Lords Gathering –

but Ravens and Wolves; Demons and Goats, may they be staggering

on the Day of Yahveh, like an avalanche pout a crack;

like a dealer, who folded his nuts against a Bohemian trash –

alas, some torrents in the pulpit still bringing their gibbering...

IV

Look at you, Kings and Princes, Goddesses and Sphinxes –

aren't you worthy like the ancient Nephilim and Rephaim!

El Shaddai Stands in His Royal Court, Lord Jesus Christ, who extinguishes

those foreign flames, to the Right, and Holy Spirit to the Left unhinges!!

Holy, Holy, Holy is Yahveh Sebaot!! World is Full of His Glory, Peratsim!

All Mountains shall be mowed down, like Lebanon and Syria made grim;

they shall behead, like Dagon in His House, until the multitude cringes!

V

Those, who say: “You may not attack a house, then the children sing!”;

down came the Raven and cursed those, like Elisha, descending Bama;

Just as the Maccabites warring the enemies on Sabbath Day bring.

You wanted to slap the first cheek, here's another for yours Kind!

After the slaughter is done, like Shibboleth Zion will be Hamas –

both shall be put into a pot and boiled for Lord's Supper – Drama

for you all, such is your reverence to God, Thus say the True King!!

VI

Be filled with Pride and Shame and look at the birdies feathers;

isn't he a Perverted Alp, not worthy to be Messenger of Christ!

Just like was told about the Fool, never send such to gather,

what your Master intended, so the chosen could honour their liver!

Make your eyes blind and tooth gnash, like you slew Steven, frisk

in your outrage, the audacity a Bastard who has Evil Spirit brisk –

dares to sullen your Worthy Reubens Business, and dost shiver!!

VII

As you did to my Master, Lord Jesus Christ, do unto me;

in every notion and meme, I wanton to fall amongst the Prophets

and Martyrs of Saints. How shall you usher and plead?

May this Cornerstone befall you and get your beads –

the more are your customs to worship, the less El Elyon suffers

to even glimpse an eye to your worthy offerings Citizen Cain Buffo!

Even the Joker would make a better servant of servants indeed... 

VIII

Don't rejoice Uzza, don't relax Europe – for you're no charmer

yourself, but an adulterous vixen. Even Inari is ashamed of You!

Thus go to Her bosom and kneel down, learn Okami way to Hare;

ye, who think for themselves: “We got Democracy, to snare –

we don't need to follow the old ways, we, the Greater Good!!”

Very Well, you do that, for Conflict is upon thee, Robin Food

shall bleed dry, O'Neill shall have a serpent in his belly dormant!

IX

Fallen is Lucifer and all his children are wailing, Babylon mourns;

none of you, shall feast on the Lords Supper, who you Godspeed

in the morning, then you don't know, what the evening bore.

Like a woman, who swore an oath, it must be redeemed by your

husband, thy God, who shall disavow your fervour, your Need!

To the Highways and Crossroads, Selah, bounce them in Reed;

gaze upon your mišbat, which is Ichabod Crane, your scorn!!

Notice me, Senpai

 

I

The cock is ticking the system is bloken, mostly

peaceful prospectors wanna suckerpunch Hadouken!

Who would wanna, stand up their name costly –

“Not meme, I got NPC at home, running fridge hosting.”

No R's and D's wanna embrace their L, to even broker

Luthor against Superman or Louis Lane in a smoking!

Notice me, Senpai, I could be your Raven, the choicest ring!!

II

Who will wanton business, from a Spiritus Loci?

I shall take you to Jesus from any crossroads or safe space;

who wants some, I got the Gospel for yours Low Key –

a pussy like Sleipnir, to capture your Svadilfari, lets breed!

To fill the world with the Holy Spirit, capture all mice;

what the Piper has brought, to be the Fox to trot them vice –

let the Heathens and Christians shock and awe, how I bleed!

III

Lets steal some LGB you can keep your T, CRT;

Jesus needs some worshippers along the roadway –

people to shed the light with their lamps, hit CTRL;

I shall ALT your Caps Locks and block your neuter.

Two genders did God create – Man and He, thus say!

Who wants to challenge the Whiteraven, pass blame –

I shall bring saltmimes, Sodom your Gomorrah, hee!

IV

The Holy Kame Hame-Ha is casting you a shadow;

who wants to be my Light of Passage and Kitsune-Hime?

Let me groom you to be transient in telos Hristos, glow!

I got much Agape and Eros to show, take the Cross, grow...

Just as the vision of Japha Am I, take my flesh and blood, Gimel;

you don't have to await punishment, but receive the Shimei!!

El Shaddai has bestowed a new Name, who shall redeem, Kiddo?

Remember the name

 

Kuroko no Basuke Remember the name

Tetsuya Kuroko is the character of this Sermon, held on Sunday. He was the Phantom sixth man, who was chosen by the teamleader of Teiko Junior High, Akashi to be their joker, of the Generation of Miracles. Normally I don't let people suggest me new anime, especially through a scetchy personality test. But I humoured myself and was not disappointed. It was worthy to be seen along side Yuri on Ice. I got it, both shows have Gay attributes in it, but they are done in an artistic way, what doesn't damage immersion and feel oppressive. You can still understand those teenage stories and aspirations, their fears and scrutiny along side with their drive.

So this Akashi figure taught Tetsuya how to misdirect, and use his natural stealthiness, the ability to erase his presence on the field. It made me think of myself. Sometimes I can do that too and just ooze into the mist, then people bother me too much and just ghost them. He didn't learn how to throw points, but that makes this story so much more relatable. That's what narcissistic leaders do, to keep you on their team, but that's exactly what Jesus needs on His team as well. I commend, how Tetsuya showed integrity in changing schools to prove his own philosophy of Basketball. “I am a Supporting actor, a shadow. But a shadow will become darker, if the light is stronger and it will make the white of the light stand out. As the shadow of the main actor, I will make you, the light, the number one!” Tetsuya Kuroko to Taiga Kagami Truer words have seldom been spoken, and I have been trying to do the same to Lord Jesus Christ, to be his shadow, so His Truth would better come out around me and in my life. That's what preaching the Gospel and being a Christian is all about. Do watch both of the shows, I enjoyed the hell out of them. I don't wanna spoil too much, because its better then you let it impress you on the fly. Also I want to keep this Sermon short, to be read in an elevator. May you have peace and find your place in this world, as have I, in following Lord Jesus Christ. Halleluyah! UWU

Pains Reward

 

I

Before you learn to Love, learn to Hate, to relate

with the agony and despair in the craven spilt guts...

then all mighty words and creeds hath faded

in the sight of brothers and sisters lost, sladed.

What dost it matter, to those, of depressed buts;

who break in their shattered hopes and dreamknots.

Dread the naught ye haughty, who are stable, great!

II

Before you mend a wound, learn to break your bones;

your trust and resourceful wits, aspiring to know it all!

Those, who have not failed utterly, don't know the show –

must go on, while crying under the gaunt mask, slow...

motion sickening the sickle into the shekel, Hammer thrall

the absence of sacred spaces, to Deus Vult installed!

What do the mortals know about, eating the Lords supper bored?

III

Can you drink from the cups of Boanerges and be baptized in Fire;

can you wear the Cross of Peter, the girth of Steven, while at court!

Many shout bold statements of valour, then the dark knight retires;

say that, in his presence, then Its standing at your Gates mire...

Can you run with the madness and wrestle with God, insurmount

the odds against you, to walk on mountains – do the account!

Would you die for the ungrateful and unworthy, like did Christ, sire?

Loose Control

 

I

Wroom, Shroom, Broom, Groom, Doom; Loom –

let it swoon, let it be, your best behaved degrade.

Better pray, better slay, wiseman assail Home;

so soon to be marred by the Ides of March prone.

Trust in the Cross and Holy Spirit, the haze:

then my soul brazen sinks into the abyss Hazel

Azazel, and all the other minions circling the Room.

II

Why should I want or be afraid, depraved, betrayed;

by my own folic stupor, for Greater is He, who saved.

The day, then I was to be undone, yet I was stayed.

Silenced was my lip and the tears quenched inhaled.

Then Valour was not good enough, Wisdom vaned;

Hope was of lost words, Fate soon abstained

for my death, for my conquest to finally ingrained.

III

“I'm Alive!” I sighed in relief, berserk in my Joy;

extatic in excessive laughter ad nauseam in the rain.

The shadowy frames distorting inside the poise;

going from arrow to arrow, mocking Zenon's choice...

Casting stones on the ground, to feel the zone, the plain.

Oozing into the pain, the nurture of outraged slave:

“No, your shackles shall not be undone, good boy!”

IV

Why should you control your faith, believer;

is there a Lie or a Lawsuit or devils advocate?

Trust in your Faith and don't worry too much morrow ever;

may it get its own merit, spoon enough, give a fuck, never!

Whether bigger or smaller, there is no spoon to berate –

loose your Matrix Profundi and seek the bigger Grace:

Those who loose theirs in Christ's Name, shall keep it Forever!!

Let me take you to Church

 

Take me to Church

“Now, in giving these instructions, I do not praise you, since you come together not for the better but for the worse. For first of all, when you come together as a church, I hear that there are divisions among you, and in part I believe it. For there must also be factions among you, that those, who are approved may be recognised among you. Therefore when you come together in one place, it is not to eat the Lord's Supper. For in eating each one takes his own supper ahead of other; and one is hungry and another is drunk. What? Do you not have Houses to eat and drink in? Or do you despise the church of God and shame those who have nothing? What shall I say to you? Shall I praise you in this? I do not praise you. For I received from the Lord that which I also delivered to yo: that the Lord Jesus on the same night in which He was betrayed took bread; and when He had given thanks, He broke it and said: 'Take, eat, this is my body, which is broken for you; do this in remembrance of Me' In the same manner He also took the cup after supper, saying: 'This cup is the new covenant in My blood. This do, as often as you drink it, in remembrance of Me' For as often as you eat this bread and drink this cup, you proclaim His death, til' He comes. Therefore whoever eats this bread or drinks this cup of the Lord in an unworthy manner will be guilty of the Body and Blood of the Lord. But let a man examine himself, and so let him eat of the bread and drink of the cup. For he who eats and drinks in an unworthy manner, eats and drinks judgment to himself, not discerning the Lords body. For this reason many are weak and sick among you, and many sleep. For if we would judge ourselves, we would not be judged. But then we are judged, we are chastened by the Lord, that we might not be condemned with the world. Therefore, my brethren, when you come together to eat, wait for one another. But if anyone is hungry, let him eat at home, lest you come together for judgment. And the rest I will set in order when I come.” 1Cor17-34

“Now when one of those who sat at the table with Him heard these things, he said to Him: 'Blessed is he, who shall eat bread in the Kingdom of God!' Then He said to him, 'A certain man gave a great Supper and invited many, and sent his servant at supper time to say to those, who there invited: 'Come, for all things are now ready.' but they all with one accord began to make excuses. The first said to him: 'I have bought a piece of ground, and I must go and see it. I ask you to have me excused.' another one said: 'I have bought five yoke of oxen and I'm going to test them. I ask you to have me excused.' yet another said: 'I have married a wife, therefore I cannot come!' So that servant came and reported these things to his master. Then the master of the House being angry said to his servant: 'Go out quickly into the streets and lanes of the city and bring in here the poor and the maimed and the lame and the blind.' And the servant said: 'Master, it is done as you commanded, and still there's room.' Then the master said to the servant: 'Go out into the Highways and hedges, and compel them to come in, that my house may be filled. For I say to you, that none of those men who there invited, shall taste my supper.'”Luke 14:15-24

Lord Jesus Christ, Blessed be thy Hollowed Name, to whom this Sermon is done. In accordance to my Masters custom to eat Supper with the Pharisees as the aforementioned passage in Luke shows, I have felt the urge to share this Love on Sabbath day. After all, they there His servants; His Knights and Paladins, and they didn't understand His sadness. It took the liberty to add St. Paul's passage first, due to the Holiness of that Great Man, who aside being of small stature, could achieve so much. Was he before Saul, and like King Saul amongst the women and weapons of war. And then he was among the Prophets – but more than that. He was a Servant of God, who defied the Emperor Himself being a Roman Citizen, loosing his head. Such was His Love for Christ and the Church He used to persecute!! God bless this Superman! Now what is the problem, that I feel compelled to share those words in Christ. Everybody knows those. You might be even stating like Israel. “Homie, don't we know, that every bottle shall be filled with wine!”? Jer 13:12 Don't tell us how the machinery of some Factory works! Give us the Sermon already, we're busy, touching our I-phones and molesting Monika of DDLC on our PC sexting with our Waifus imaginary or real”, while you might even be married! Christians do so many wonderful things you wouldn't believe is possible. I mean the Sons of Eli, there priests of Israel, then they had the audacious thought of hiring 14 year old maidens to serve – how stunning and brave – and then fuck them! Wasn't that worthy of Bill Clinton and his lip service for God being Levinsky's blowjob? Halleluyah!

What? Too much?! How come! This is how I learned to read those passages, and try to understand, who I Am! I wasn't a wanted child. I was born from a 19 year old chick who wanted to run away from home, with a scholarship, suffocating in their Narcissistic grip. Right into my Fathers loving embrace... who was a Virgo, born 15^th September 1958 thus also an Earth Dog. My Mother was born on 20^th november 1962 being a Scorpio and Water Tiger! You might say, a match made in Heaven, because Scorpio Loves Virgo, but due my Father being a drunkard wuss loving his friends more and listening to them than to his wife or parents-in-law, who lost all their reputation with that stunt He pulled, managing to remain married only for 2 years... The other participants there, My Grandmother, blessed be her grave and may she rest in peace! Born on 10^th of April 1938 being an Aries/Earth Tiger. My Grandfather and her husband, blessed be his grave and may he rest in peace! He was born on 30^th October 1932 being Scorpio/ Water Monkey. Now My Grandfather wasn't just any Monkey, being gifted, if to meme John Wick. He was like the Monkey-King Son Goku. So gifted and proud was He, as the Superman, the Famous Architect, who devised half of our towns fiscal pipes and stuff at Tartu! And my Father, like the Iosef Tarasov He was, decided to Fuck my Mother Pregnant and edit this happy ending they dreamt for their savvy princess. So you can tell the Love they there feeling inside of them, and how much Feelings they had towards my Father, who loved to complain with his buddies how his Mother- and Father-In-Law don't love him as he was in his own family, there he was praised, for marrying upwards. And My Father inherited his visage and face onto me, along with his name – so my Grandfather could always remember! My Grandmother, who was a closet lutheran, but didn't go to church out of fear, her proud husband might change the locks or burn the apartment down. He wasn't neither Christian; nor Communist nor belonged under anything. He, like the Lone Wolf He was, loved his Genius, what had brought him everything. Also denied him to devise the other half of Tartu for being such a douche then people had to come for his business. You always had to talk about fishing first – his deep passion – before you could talk about the business. And where there us. My little handicapped brother born 8^th of August 1983 Leo/Water Pig and Me born on the Annual homophobia day 17^th of May 1982 Taurus/WaterDog aka Bulldog. Because that sums up my personality. I will even charge a bull and grab it by its nose and kill it, if I sense a sleight against something I vowed to protect and honour. UWU

So my Grandmother decided to name me Kristjan Räst making me Christian VIP for Räst is the first part of Viper (Rästik) Everybody was amused what a great name for such a firstborn child, like then David fucked Bathsheba – wait, that one died from the curse of Yahveh, and the second born was Solomon! – even God was amused and accepted this offering. I have ever since felt, like a maiden, who is brought to a Dragon, or Psyche offered to Eros. It was really nice reading the Old Testament and the New, encountering God like the Nazgul standing on top of me, like I was King Theoden, son of Thengel, in all His magnificent glory Sword and Morningstar ready to give me to some abomination in the shadows to feast – and then He chose to rather make a Christian out of Me! Coming from My Family no less. And I was like Nigger, for Real??? Didn't you mistake me for somebody else! I feel like Dave Chapelle on his standup right now. X^D And then I stumbled on this quote along with St. Paul's feud with some twats who cant eat the Supper properly, and I was like “Hot Damn! So that's the reason, I'm still alive? Sucks to be them!!” I mean, its not the first time. Some People in Israel always think, because they dicks are cut in a special way, if they become Christians, it gives them privilege to Gatekeep, who gets in and not. Didn't they even kill Steven the Martyr the first Deacon, who drove the freed Jewish slaves, by Emperors decree – that this has bounds in the church as well! But it did not! Thus offended like the Karen's and woke idiots today. I felt so in awe in front of Lord Jesus Christ, His Father, Yahveh Sebaot, and Holy Spirit, that I didn't even dare look up or use my name and call myself Christian, that I changed my name in my head to Walgekaaren aka Whiteraven. I have used this as my writers name ever since. Now this name has a special ring in Estonia, because it means, somebody is like Jinx or Jubilee to the Forest and doesn't go to town. Some looney like Luna Lovegood. Because in front of God, I didn't wanna be Superman, lest He decapitates me, like He did unto Dagon in its own House!! So I took a name, normally used by female shamans. Male shamans are called Wise Crow or Black Hawk. Manly things, not something, what would stick out in the wilderness, like a Camo Suit with a Hello Kitty on the Chest. But amongst mortal men, I am Superman, just like King David amongst deer and Michal daugher of Saul, who didn't like her beloved dance like a raving lunatic in front of the Arc of the Covenant, which previously had killed Uzza and blessed the House of Obed-Edom the gentile. The reason, why Uzza couldn't touch what blessed an alien, was that one followed the law and obeyed his Kings word, and the other didn't. For Yahveh is King in Israel!! And that submission allowed a gentile to live next to the Holy of Holies, then normally even kings and priests couldn't do that. One king who tried that became a leper. Anyway. This tangent has a reason. If you're visited by God and receive his Gospel, then you know, and you rejoice! The question is, asking this like the Necromongers in Cronicles of Riddick – Do you want to join that intellectual twat who got his soul yoinked out? Or do you want to eat Supper with Lord Jesus Christ! Because all the prior invitees have been assholes and didn't come. They said something about their life and abilities and possessions being more important and they don't have time to build up the Kingdom of Heaven!! So Lord God has summoned Conflict, the First Apocalyptic Rider, who sent after Kitsune-Hime Inari O-kami. The goddess of abundance. To tear down all those Houses, who have defiled the Word of God all these 2000 years! You might be saying, yay, Astor is in da house, like Young Justice, because how can a Goddess of Sammurai and Smiths bring harm. But then you bring something from China, there the stars are one way, to Europe or Estonia, North becomes West and Earth becomes Air; Water becomes Fire. And that Goddess of shapeshifting shall treat Europe much like Hera treated Io for her adulterous ways, with Zeus. And then it will be exactly like the First Apocalyptic rider is depicted. With a crown, riding a white horse. Who will not be Jesus Christ, because white represents Death in the East, much as black represents it in the West. The same I chose my name colour, Whiteraven. Because then japanese captured Christians, they painted their faces white, to appear like shinigami, so it would be ok to kill the Gaijin. It was at the time, then the faith was introduced to Japan along with the culture of the West, and the Emperor thought back to not end up like Estonia for instance, suffering 700 years of slavery, so that Hansa Union could do business with Moscow and Estonia or Tallinn wouldn't take a toll from it. For Gaijin or Gaikokujin means foreigner and Japanese loathe them the same as Americans illegal immigrants on their borders. Which it pretty much there. Faith has always been a political cudgel, killing even the Empire of Rome. I have learned a lot of things, including witch-craft while traversing from 6 to 21 then I was baptized on 2003 on the last Saturday of the Year. Thus I honour the Sabbath. Even though my temper makes me blow my stack like Yosemite Sam. I couldn't even stand Eduard Lohse, not finding Jesus in the bible, calling all theology being invented as a social construct of St. Paul. May he rot in Hell. Thus I couldn't become a Theologian or Pastor, but learned to become a Security officer. Been doing that since. Also writing poetry and walking with Christ, as best I could. Not being perfect, but I would die for Lord Jesus Christ, He needs only give a small hint, and I would jump. I love to serve!

On this day, a demon is asking you, Will you stand with Me, to Serve Lord Jesus Christ and honour the Gospel and Sermon of the Mount or will you stand with this World and Mammon – for let me tell you something, like Rath of Ben 10 this will be your lot. Famine; War and Death are marching and you shall perish! Jesus will be coming at a later date, and I don't know when, but you should worry about current day, lest you be found with the Mark of the Beast and not with the Mark of the Worthy. The Name of Yahveh (I Am) who are like virgins, themselves and not of this worlds NPC's! What say, my brothers and sisters – can I take you to Church! May you be on the crossroads or highways, there you normally can only find hobo's and highwaymen or delinquents. Will you walk with Christ, or is Fuck You, your last say! Halleluyah, Praise the Lord, for on this day, the Gospel hath been preached unto you, Take Godspeed and be well be blessed. Go out and make people see your Joy in Christ, even if you're not Christians! Make your best exaltation of your Way known, so the prior invitees may blush, for not honouring the Sermon of the Mount. Be it Muslim – be a better Muslim and be blessed; be it Hindu or Buddhist – be a better one and receive the Lords Blessing. But you Christian and Jew, shall wail and gnash your tooth outside. You must repent or perish! Come back to the fold or die in Hells fury! For I will bring Conflict amongst you. 2 will be against 3 and 3 will be against 2 until you say: “Blessed be, who comes in the name of the Lord!” and shall do the bidding of Lord Jesus Christ and not your own merit and afterthought. Will you let me serve you, like a handmaid as I was told by Lord Jesus Christ and invite you into the Lords Supper and Grace! I shall wash your feet and feed your camels, giving them water to drink as is the custom. If someone needs their hands cleaned I can wash your hands, allow me poor water on your hands and oil on your heads. Be welcome in the House of God. Don't worry about the suit. The Lord has provided and you can wear me. I shall be your shield and sword. Eat my flesh as food and drink my blood as nourishment and be redeemed. Just as Jesus did unto me before, be exalted in this lowly servant, who is but a pencil of John Wick. Can I get into your heads and write you up in the Book of Life, please? Strength and Honour, Halleluyah and Charge! Onward Faithful Servants of the Lord! Godspeed! Deus Vult!

Let me believe in you

 

I

Don't give up, its not too late;

embrace your pain – understand!

Its not a shame to mess up, hate;

then odds not merry on your plate –

I couldn't believe it too, stand

my ground, then I was pursued

by all my darkness and inmates.

II

Let me believe in you,

as once did Jesus, reach!

It's there you don't need a clue;

for You're worthy for sure!

Let this pray teach you, breach

the borders of anxious bleach;

what oozes your colours True...

III

Give me your hand and say:

“Jesus give another chance!”

Its time to give up and pray;

for the brave dare to lay

down their arms of trance;

immense allures enhance!

Stand with Christ you may!!

Kitsune-Hime

I

Come, Inari, my fair foxy lady;

for Jesus is proposing for thee!

Will you come for the Holy Matrimony;

to build up the Torii Watchward-story!

Let's make a happy ending – Cherry Tree,

may it blossom on your path, Eternity;

blessed are your fox spirits and braids!

II

Will you be Kitsune-Hime in Heavenly Court;

to give birth to Son-Goku once more!

You shall have a palace of Jade, report

for duty – the ravens and wolves guard the Fort!

The Lion-Dog shall be Captain, steadfast to the core;

all handmaids Valkyries and Amazons, at York:

New-Lancaster shall be its name, what's your Word!

III

Just as Hosea and Gomer got together,

you have been chosen to be the Bride!

But not for casting stones, to sever

the Bond and have Conflict with E. Leven!

Will you be the first to come, do not hide –

for Famine; War; Death, await their Tide!

Let us feast from the guts and gore of Universe Steven.

IV

King of Kinks and Bride of Briars, I implore;

Inari, Kitsune-Hime, will you have this dance!

All the Sammurai and the Blacksmiths yours;

so are the wordsmiths and reporters, lore.

Jesus Christ is giving Whiteraven – your lancer:

will you ride on the battlefields entranced.

Chant the people, to make them enarmoured.

Behold, thy Superman

 

I

Behold, Nietzsche, with regard, Akutagawa;

this is thy Superman, the Cornerstone hath summoned!

Gather your wits and be awed, there's no other –

Who is, as Great, as He! Yet, the smollest pebbles clobbers:

Bam-Bam Bam-Bam-Bam; will the Flintstones be gathered.

Also, the Jetsons, who you fuck your daughter, Judy unbothered...

its time to stop and become your best Hidetsugu!

II

Be Heartless, like the Terminator of Agape is here;

looky look, for Astor wont give you Nike but Nikon.

No more latin, for Kagemusha the new Shakespeare!

French are pardoned, germans exhumed – peer

to the Ire of Kaminari and Fear! Dread Rico;

for you are fallen, like Mercury – the ippon

shall prevail over Wallstreet, the Dragon eat Bills dares!

III

Didn't you say, lip service to God is a blowjob;

what a good deed, indeed! Begone, Clinton, scatter

Bush; you are like the offeringmount. Be Good

Trump, Exalted amongst businessmen, for Job –

you saw the American worker, and made him better;

at your own expense, you gave a Statesman, Greater!

The Benchmark of all Benchmarks are you, Bob!

IV

Whiteraven salutes thee, the Spirit of Communism ordains;

You are truly a Gent, worthy of Lordship!

But all those mostly peaceful protestors Kongregated;

I shall disavow – I have not hired you, corporate

hypocrites and slanderers of Virtue and Worthy.

What Shop or University hath you not subverted, laddy!

Begone, False Communist, affront to my gains!!

V

Trump shall be POTUS, thus slays the Corvus;

if you wish to implore, Gus – pull my finger,

which is thicker, than Solomon's loin to Poke'r'Us!

Pocahontas shall be whipped again among us,

for stealing her peoples land and linger –

who wants to play Last of the Mohican, Angler.

MacGyver wont save you, no O'Neill shun guns puss...

Ära Rõõmusta

 

I

Ära Rõõmusta, Tallinn, et Tartu on maas;

ära naera, et väikevend alasti, purjus!

Tea, ka sinule Vanake Ülemistoas

on virrutand hooruse agas ja komas,

kas Toompea kannab või pakule kaan turja;

teeravikuju hinge ning nimed marmoril kirja.

Vististi tahate jälle valitsust kolimas Romas?

II

Kasvata vatsa ja kasvata habet; juurdu Paekivis,

mäleta Kalev – kuidas poeg Saarepiigat rappis

ja oma mõõk tal jalad maha täksis. Palehigis

sai see maa üles küntud, mida sina tingid;

kas Põrgu väravas, keegi valamas sulle Kappi?

Kasvata üles oma pojad ja tütred enne tappi –

et nende matustel ei peaks keegi tõstma drinki!

III

Naine järgi meest ja kuula ta sõna;

sina oled kael, Tema pea sinu õlal!

Siis sinu lapsed pole naksid, Ilm ka kena;

tütar ei lähe näkki ega poeg liimi möla...

Mees, tee tööd, ole kaine ja kalal;

hoidu mõrrast eemale, ussile vajuta kannal –

siis Vanajumal õnnistab sind, Kalevipoja Kannel!

IV

Pojad, olge kuulekad ja Tütred tarmukad hooles;

ka teile on varutud hüvet ning Taevamannat!

Ärge tõmmake ringi tagiga vaid käige mööda koole;

poed ja klubid unusta, raamatukoiks tooge

oma terves kehas terve vaim, ja kasvatuses kannab

ka turi ning rind ja säär Gümnaasioni tunnust.

Olümpia mäele seadke oma latid ülesse toorest!!

V

Aga kes vastu vangutab ja kiratseb silma;

proovib aega kirjata ning neimata uutmise tuulil!

Kas sa ei mäleta, kuidas Siber viis teise ilma,

kõik meie parimad, Rüütlid ja Paladinid, Hilja!

Pole su Valget Laeva ja Havi Rakendist pruuli;

su Kali on veega lahjendet' virtsast on kuulid!

Paranda siis rutusti meelt, enne kui kiljab – –

VI

Vaata, Kajakad rannal, kas pole mitte Aeg!

Tulge tagasi jumalad, kes te lahkusite Maarjamaalt!

Walgekaaren võtab Taavetivõtmed ja keerab taela;

saagu, saagu, ma sajatan, teie raja Munamäega!

Avardage oma Aitu ja tehke kõrgiks vaat'

sest Jumalate Jumal on kuulnud teie halinat –

saage tagasi oma Hiied ja Toomed, Kae!

VII

Taara, las ma sind avitan, olid küll tõuratud;

võta siis Peko kaasa ning lööge lõuku!

Teie päralt maa kõik kõugud ja maugud;

kes iganes tõstab risti teie vastu – lõukoer

on valmis purema turul ja murdma jõuku!

Nõiad ja Arbujad, saavad ameti peale, hauka;

kes kõva sõna ei salli, selle lükkan ma karvutuks...

VIII

No nii, Papp ja Jumalamees, kuule;

kas tilgub sinust kartust ning aru,

et kanda kraed ja mitte võtta suule

võõraid õpetussõnu ning Ultima Thulet?

Tagasi Jeesuse jalge ees, nagu tanus

Maarja istus; ei mingit toimetust Marta anu,

ainult usu vaid ja Püha Vaim tuleb!!

Tunnista mu vastu

 

I

Mu Jumal! Tunnista mu vastu, et ma oleks su poolt;

ma tahan saata oma hinge kaugemale, teispool hela!

Sinu Heldus kestab igavesti, kuule mind, kanna hoolt –

Isa Taevas. Sina andsid Kristuse Jeesuse koolt'.

Ma ei ole sind väärt, kõik mu teod vaid reha;

kohusetäide. Silmili maha heidab Walgekaaren, selah –

kui Jesurun; kui Dagon, omas kojas: “Mis käsk suult!”

II

Su sulane on Riiukukk, Kommunismi tondike;

luba mind pöörduda, Püha Vaim, ja kanda ette!!

Walgekaaren asetab oma krooni, Jumala trooni eel;

Püha; Püha; Püha, on Isa-Poeg-Pühavaim, kuulake –

kogu Taevasmaa on täis Jahve Au ja kratte!!

Seepärast on seesinane julenud ilmuda su kätte –

eks ma ole tühi kui nooletupp – täida mind ikkest!

III

Viska mind maha, kui Aaroni kepp ja ma söön;

mina olen Rästik, kes neelab Egiptlaste mana!

Mina murran Vilisti nõiduse ja suud löön;

heidan Bileami ülepeakaela eesli seljast, vöölt

vallandan mõõga ja randmed teen lõdvaks. Muna

saab õpetama Kana ja laps rääkima, kui Cana

pissib uues Vissi valitsuse ja Pariisi missa kesk Jüriööd...

IV

Jah, Walgekaaren paneb oma krooni su jalge ette;

ma võtsin ta Nietzsche veristelt juustelt,

siis kui ma Manalas ringi kondasin, kesk setteid.

Akutagawa jättis mulle oma Mandariinid ja petted;

Inari väärilised hammasrattad, nagu puusalt

lastud hõbekuul tige; Hesekieli tunnistusel kuuske

veetud, nagu Kaval-Antsu Vanapagana talutamine tõttab!

V

Eks ta ole, nagu Veskikivi Veskikivis – mõlemad

pöörlevad pöördumatta! “Püha Ratastik” või Tesserekt –

mõõdunöör mõõdunööri peal ja joomari põlevad

huuled, mis lolli juttu loogilise lõpuni suruvad õlena...

Kõik mehed on kui hernehirmutised, põhu-traks;

ei ole neil tunnetust, et olla Riigimeheks, Kalevaks.

Kõik ajavad oma köit ümber Maarjamaa kaela, puues Malevat!

VI

Kui seina müüritud sauniku naine, kiriku löövis

võtmehoidja; oled sa olnud Eesti Vaim – Tartu

mine Perse, sina ikka müüd end odavaks sööbis;

sakste hulgas ja pompöösis – Häbeneb Röövel Ööbik,

ei kirjuta sinust ei Öpik ei Nugis, mine Tasku!

Sina ei ole Tark Mees, vaid ahjualune vakstu!

Kõik sinu juhid on Eeli poegade templihoorad röövis.

VII

Saatke needsinased minema Jumala palge eest, selah;

sest paganate õu on täis Baasani Lehmade ja Praaga

Härgade ammumist ning Aakani hõbeda kõla!

Lange maha, Iisrael, Ai all ning Meggido pärast.

Ka Jumalal on mõõk, et raiuda kõrvad ja saega

pekki rammuda, kuni habe on lõpnud ja tanu vaena

võetud! Tagasi Puulasse ja Tohtlasse, Täitmatu Muti-Vana.

VIII

Vaata, siin ma olen, Walgekaaren, kus on Rüütel;

Vägev Paladin, kes pidi mu turjal ratsutama!

Saada siis kohe Ülemehe järele ja kiitle –

Tõsti, Kirgasta oma palet, Jahve Sebaot, küütlev!

Sa Kõigekõrgem: Kõige Rikkaim Valitseja!!

Jeesus on Sinu Messias Kristus, Taaveti Poeg, Tänan!

Tema on Pikk Tänav Taevasse ja mu süüde …