Worst-case scenarios: ♪ A Pop Song ♫

Televised martyrdom broadcast for paying viewers on global cable. Reality TV shows where dissidents are tortured into confessing allegiance to the Antichrist state. Rome in the decadence happening live on everyone’s smartphones – except for the ones being murdered.

OR: Global Shariah law. Islam takes the West and methodically eliminates all resistance to their false God through genocide and religicide. Israel nuked to dust. Al Qaeda/Taliban mentality now becomes state-sanctioned status quo enshrined in theocracy.

OR: Solar flares and climate change bring about extreme cultural polarization: Christians quote the prophets – but One-World Gaia worshiping neo-pagans consolidate total control in order to revive human sacrifice. Those who oppose their aims & beliefs are the victims.
In the midst of this come ultraviolet-caused skin lesions, environmental chaos, famine/thirst, seismic disasters and mass death.

OR: China consolidates financial control of weakened west, impose Maoist ideology on U.S. even as they plunder our resources to establish new global Mandarin Dynasty in alliance of convenience with Islamic Tyrant-states. All non-compliant citizens executed or herded into work/reeducation camps such as now exist in North Korea.

OR: Fallen angels posing as intergalactic helpers of humanity from the 12th planet Nabiru arrive on strife-torn planet earth promising peace. They join with Atlantean 5th column to inaugurate the New Age of cosmic unity –
but their REAL unspoken purposes are more nefarious and evil.

Enough of that
back to contemplating my Hello Kitty lunchbox

Hello Kitty

Portents of Doom


or Truth veiled in Mystery…?

(Perhaps they are the same.)


Canto de esperanza

Rubén Darío  (1867-1916)

Un gran vuelo de cuervos mancha el azul celeste.
Un soplo milenario trae amagos de peste.
Se asesinan los hombres en el extremo Este.

¿Ha nacido el apocalíptico Anticristo?
Se han sabido presagios y prodigios se han visto
y parece inminente el retorno de Cristo.

La tierra está preñada de dolor tan profundo
que el soñador imperial, meditabundo,
sufre con las angustias del corazón del mundo.

Verdugos de ideales afligieron la tierra:
en un pozo de sombra la humanidad se encierra
con los rudos molosos del odio y de la guerra.

¡Oh, Señor Jesucristo! ¿Por qué tardas, qué esperas
para tender tu mano de la luz sobre las fieras
y hacer brillar al sol tus divinas banderas?

Surge de pronto y vierte la esencia de la vida
sobre tanta alma loca, triste o emperdernida
que, amante de tinieblas, tu dulce aurora olvida.

Vén, Señor, para hacer la gloria de ti mismo.
Vén con temblor de estrellas y horror de cataclismo,
vén a traer amor y paz sobre el abismo.

Y tu caballo blanco, que miró el visionario,
pase. Y suene el divino clarín extraordinario.
Mi corazón será brasa de tu incensario.

Song of Hope

Translated by Salomón de la Selva
Vultures a-wing have sullied the glory of the sky;
The winds bear on their pinions the horror of Death’s cry;
Assassinating one another, men rage and fall and die.
Has Antichrist arisen whom John at Patmos saw?
Portents are seen and marvels that fill the world with awe,
And Christ’s return seems pressing, come to fulfill the Law.
The ancient Earth is pregnant with so profound a smart,
The royal dreamer, musing, silent and sad apart,
Grieves with the heavy anguish that rends the world’s great heart.
Slaughterers of ideals with the violence of fate
Have cast man in the darkness of labyrinths intricate
To be the prey and carnage of hounds of war and hate.
Lord Christ! for what art waiting to come in all Thy might
And stretch Thy hands of radiance over these wolves of night,
And spread on high Thy banners and lave the world with light?
Swiftly arise and pour Life’s essence lavishly
On souls that crazed with hunger, or sad, or maddened be,
Who tread the paths of blindness forgetting the dawn and Thee.
Come Lord, to make Thy glory, with lightnings on Thy Brow!
With trembling stars around Thee and cataclysmal woe,
And bring Thy gifts of justice and peace and love below!
Let the dread horse John visioned devouring stars, pass by;
And angels sound the clarion of Judgment from on high.
My heart shall be an ember and in thy censer lie.

Have a nice day.
And don’t forget to read lots of POETRY !:

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