Pride of Man

Lyrics as poetry and prophecy: they reference two verses from Isaiah:

There will be on every high mountain
      And on every high hill
      Rivers and streams of waters,
      In the day of the great slaughter,
      When the towers fall.   [30:25 ]

Your heart will meditate on terror:
      “ Where is the scribe?
      Where is he who weighs?
Where is he who counts the towers?” [33:18]

Pride of Man  by Quicksilver Messenger Service (1968)

Turn around, go back down / back the way you came,
Can’t you see that flash of fire
ten times brighter than the day?

And behold a mighty city broken in the dust again,

Oh God, Pride of Man, broken in the dust again…

Turn around, go back down / back the way you came,
Babylon is laid to waste / Egypt’s buried in her shame,
The mighty men are all beaten down / their kings are fallen in the ways,
Oh God, Pride of Man, broken in the dust again…

Turn around, go back down
back the way you came,

Terror is on every side,  lo, our leaders are dismayed.
For those who place their faith in fire
in fire their faith shall be  repaid,

Oh God, Pride of Man, broken in the dust again…

Turn around / go back down / back the way you came,
And shout a warning unto the nation that the sword of God is raised.
Yes, Babylon, that mighty city / rich in treasure, wide in fame,

Oh God, Pride of Man, broken in the dust again…

The meek shall cause your tower to fall,
make of you a pyre of flame,

Oh, you who dwell on many waters,
rich in treasure, wide in fame—

you bow unto your God of gold,
your pride of might shall be your shame,

For only God can lead His people back unto the Earth again.

Oh God, Pride of Man, broken in the dust again.

Thy Holy mountain be restored, have mercy on thy people,
thy people, Lord!

Arcana VII

I drove a chariot for Egypt’s dead gods,
obeyed decrees of an angry Pharaoh.
Vision widens where hope seems to narrow
as coral crusts the rims and axle-rods.
Submerged upon the sands my army’s host;
Erythrean currents their secrets keep.
The waters gave way, drowned me in the deep
while God led you forth toward your promised coast.
There was no choice for me, the charioteer.
A tyrant sent me forth to hunt you down;
pursuing you, I thought your end was near.
In the descent, I lost my star and crown.
My lord was false, while yours continues strong . . .
I rise from depths to further you along.

 

 Charioteer3  Charioteer2

 

Double Divination: Prompt Response

    Major Arcana VII

I drove a chariot for Egypt’s dead gods,
obeyed decrees of an angry Pharaoh.
Vision widens where hope seems to narrow
as coral crusts the rims and axle-rods.
Submerged upon the sands my army’s host;
Erythrean currents their secrets keep.
The waters gave way, drowned me in the deep
while God led you forth toward your promised coast.
There was no choice for me, the charioteer.
A tyrant sent me forth to hunt you down;
pursuing you, I thought your end was near.
In the descent, I lost my star and crown.
My lord was false, while yours continues strong;
I rise from depths to further you along.

 Charioteer3   Charioteer2

 

House of Cards

Bright child of the Tarot , a new age awaits you—

but not through the mazes you’re wandering in.

Your gypsy desire and clairvoyant excursions

are setting your beautiful brain all a-spin.

The dog at the precipice barks out a warning:

the FOOL, the MAGICIAN and PRIESTESS are wrong

Pay no heed to their signs and the omens around you—

let faith be your shield when the DEVIL seems strong.

JUSTICE, as blind as the HERMIT is horny,

has seen that our TOWER is stricken and doomed.

The SUN, MOON and STARS in their orbits bear witness

as LOVERS  in bondage to DEATH are consumed . . .

Egypt can’t help you. The CHARIOT‘s stalled

While the TEMPERANCE angel was mixing the drinks.

The EMPRESS (a tedious feminist) preaches

an upside down future, the HANGED MAN thinks . . .

Though the WHEEL almost crushes you turning this way

And the staff of correction has battered you hard

I am sure you will make it, if only you pray

to the sovereign elector who holds every card

for a ray of redemption to light up your way.

Let the Major Arcana now bow and acknowledge

as  JUDGMENT is sounded and shatters the sky

that omniscient and just is the blessed Redeemer

who loves every lunatic card-addled dreamer

like you and like me. Therefore hear when I cry

that the WORLD in its fullness can’t harbor His love—

nor the heavens within nor without nor above . . .

May the HIEROPHANT‘s dynasty wither away

and the EMPEROR‘s  scepter be broken to shards

as the breath of God’s Spirit comes into our world

to reveal the true STRENGTH of your house made of cards.

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Tarot Arcana VII: The Chariot

   

I drove a chariot for Egypt’s dead gods,
obeyed decrees of an angry Pharaoh.
Vision widens where hope seems to narrow
as coral crusts the rims and axle-rods.
Submerged upon the sands my army’s host;
Erythrean currents their secrets keep.
The waters gave way, drowned me in the deep
while God led you forth toward your promised coast.
There was no choice for me, the charioteer.
A tyrant sent me forth to hunt you down;
pursuing you, I thought your end was near.
In the descent, I lost my star and crown.
My lord was false, while yours continues strong…
I rise from depths to further you along.

 

 Charioteer3  Charioteer2