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Up on a feathered duvet a man conceding defeat To the Sunday that had just begun Reeking of last night’s sweat, smoke and self-deceit Threads of reality so rapidly un-spun All that he promised himself to accomplish this day All that stuff to be tossed in the bin Procrastination rearranges plans or lets them decay And all because of his love for gin Amnesia of last night’s antics plants the seeds of guilt Shame shall be his shadow today Enter a recurring thought... a sword driven to its hilt Piercing pain added to his dismay Rusted cogs of cognition screeched slowly into action "A cure" he grumbled "A cure" Wearily off the bed searching for medicinal satisfaction To make last night less obscure The stark bright light of the bathroom fried his vision But as his senses normalized He stared in the mirror shocked, BANG! In a collision Mouth agape and paralyzed Finger painted on his forehead, with what must be blood G    U    I    L    T   Y From down stairs somewhere A woman's laugh Mocking Fear took its grip quick A sword driven to its hilt ***Part 2 of 6 a sword driven to its hilt*** Arctic chills froze his spine Pick axes hacked his mind Tongue pickled in brine Suffocated and confined Heart beat pounding Breathing short and quick Terror was abounding Throat swallowing a brick Staring at his reflection . . . G U I L T Y Unable move any limb Even for his protection Return of memory grim . . . a sword driven to its hilt Back to the bed room to search for his phone To make contact with the real world From down stairs came that exact same laugh Every hair on his body tightly curled The phone was nowhere to be found upstairs Again that tormenting laughter He called out "Who is it?" but only silence replied Then that laugh again soon after "WHO ARE YOU?!" he demanded to know Arming himself with a cricket bat Tentatively descending the sweeping staircase Noticing the post on the door mat The newspaper informed him it was Monday Confused, frightened he ran outside A burnt pile of his clothes lay in front of his door He yelled but only the laughter replied Then through the dining room bay-window Sitting at the table as if a patient guest A gruesome wide eyed greying corpse of a man   A sword driven in his head and out his breast In the dead man’s hand a glowing phone The source of the tormenting laugh Not thinking, our man rushed in to take it The phone flashed "maintenance staff" Every sense heightened Sickened and frightened Feeling he was being observed Part of a wicked game Driving him insane But so far he had been preserved As he answered the phone He knew he was not alone "Hello sir... I hope I haven't disturbed" ----------------------------------------------------------------- ***part 3 of 6 Saturday Night*** The late afternoon sun draped its golden satin light To the house-staff, Giles (our man) seemed uptight The butler Zamira dutifully stirring his drink right The sun dipped behind the poplar trees standing straight He orders "A Churchill martini" trying not to sound irate Giles watched her stirring, stirring as in a hypnotic state Zamira presented a chilled, frosted Riedel martini glass to him brimming to the top with Gilpins Westmorland extra dry gin The sun slowly sank behind trees as the drink loosened his limbs "You may both leave, till Tuesday" He said to Zamira and her twin Liliana (the cook) and the butler were often dismissed at his whim They sped off in their green MG, off to the Slaughtered lamb inn Giles raised his glass to the bobbing full hunters moon Waiting was now over, the others would be here soon First a pinch of Peruvian sniffed from a little silver spoon This day had been prepared in detail for nearly a year One final act of courage and tenacity he must engineer All hushed except the sound of large cars drawing near Four black Jaguars and a white refrigerated van Crunched over the gravel drive towards (our man) Giles Bradshaw-Behran stood still. It had began. ----------------------------------------------------------- ***Part 4 of 6 three years earlier The Gallows and Noose*** "This, THIS! I'm so tired of all THIS!" Blurted Giles as Zamira dressed his wrists Pathetic! (She thought) A dismal attempt Then left the room concealing contempt Giles just stared at the drip drip drip dripping of the morphine Candle light danced on the walls The demons sank back into the shadows Giles returned to the womb Basking in weightless warmth Comfortably apathetic Numb The drudgery of the next day unfurled As Giles accepted defeat around noon Something had to be done about life That something had better happen soon    He brunched in his office and so began his search All that day and night that week That month Deeper into the cavernous "dark web" seeking any answer to end his despair but every search became a cul-de-sac No doors opened for this millionaire No doors would open All remained firmly locked Sitting in his office chair Feverishly typing as he rocked He rocked as he typed He swivelled as he clicked Searching for something That he was less able to predict But that something found him And sent him an invitation Explaining that they had been watching Seeing his frustration Understanding his world view May he could understand theirs But before he were to be accepted He must climb down the seven stairs He       Must                 Climb                            Down                                      The                                            Seven                                                       Stairs Distant from the blinding light Cast yourself from the hallows Embrace darkness embrace night Take the Noose and the Gallows. The mouse pointer hovered over options "Yes" and "No" His heart beat quickened But then came the red glow of two laser beams from directly behind circling the yes option From past the windows' opened blind "Yes" and the two red dots disappeared The wheels were put in motion His future was now commandeered A force that seemed greater than him Changed the rules and took control Embers deep inside of him flickered Re-igniting the coals of his dark soul The seven steps awaited him... What ever could they be? ----------------------------------------------------------- ***part 5 of 6 The Seven Steps of The Thuggee*** Giles sat statue still in his office Unsure whether or not he should move Like a hunted deer in the woods Waiting for chances of survival to improve And yet though he were vulnerable Life coursed through every artery and vein The lost keystone of his arched spirit The panacea for tedious boredom and pain DING! **** The doorbell rang "Zamira, who is it? Can you please see?" Footsteps approached the front entrance Giles felt instinctively "fight or flee" He sat with silence looming over him For what seemed like an eternity ****** ancient bell!" he shouted "This whole house repels modernity!" Down stairs At the entrance The Cuban butler stared out into the night Looking for a sign Looking for who... Who had left the parcel she now clutched tight No one Nothing But for the song of a lonely nightingale She hurried To the office Where she found her employer looking pale Zamira explained what had happened And handed him the black wrapped box "Would you like me to open it Sir?" "No! I would like... a chartreuse on the rocks" She left to attend to his request For the attention of Mr. G. Bradshaw-Behram Soon after the two laser beams were on the wrapping Inside the box was a detailed program A history of the Thuggee cult and a Thuggee king The Thuggee King called BEHRAM! Behram, BEHRAM! His late mother’s family name A Thuggee cult King relative? With over 900 hundred murders to that man’s claim 900 strangled victims To please Goddess Kali Every drop of blood for her So humanity can be free Zamira returned with his drink Giles had never needed one so much The following weeks more instruction came Weeks just turned to months Months quickly turned to years Six of the secret steps complete So many grotesque souvenirs All leading to this moment On his lawn under the hunters moon The waiting was now over The others would be here very soon First a pinch of Peruvian Sniffed from his pretty little silver spoon Adjusting his cummerbund That soon would erase two souls fortune Four black Jaguars and a refrigerated van Crunched over the gravel drive to our man Giles stood still and smiled, for it had began Each of the six women and the six men Were concealed with hoods and veils But Giles' face was not hidden from them Now that he controls the final inhales Deep in the candle light of the wine cellar Which had been prepared with plastic sheets and tape A skirt of dismembered arms on an altar A grim garland of forty eight human skulls, mouths agape But fifty skulls are required According to the ancient text Two more to soon be provided Giles planned to do that next "Bring the two travellers to me" demanded Giles "Let me send them on their final way" Eight of the group left and within minutes returned With four bound, hooded for him to slay. Giles felt suddenly unable to function "This was not meant to be!" "The others witnessed the abduction, Sir" "They...will not please Kali" "Stand those women over there Tie them back to back Make sure your knots are fixed Offer them no slack!" The silk cummerbund slid Effortlessly off his waist Weighted near the middle To offer death less haste The first of the male offerings Only kicked for 30 seconds the world stopped moving when the other felt the silk band The back to back females started spinning Their hoods removed and ******* gone Giles did not look up to see who he knew Focused solely on continuing strangulation This time the Thuggee's had another view Zamira and Liliana in a blurring spin Black of space and ocean of deep blue Zamira angered, Liliana peaceful grin All but their arms becoming one Morphing seamlessly into each other The (previously twin) sisters had become The universe's all powerful mother           K A L I... ***Final part Nothing escapes the all-consuming march of time!*** As KALI consumed time and space Her dimensions grew and grew Her skin darkened to deep space black From unfathomable ocean blue Rivers of obsidian flowed as her wild hair Untamed, magnificent, streaming Three blood red eyes past, present, future Decided who needed redeeming Four arms, three of which were grasping A sword, a spear, a bowl The fourth grabbed a Thuggee's head Sword decapitated the soul A crimson red snake of a tongue lashed Out for every drop of blood Then the sword slashed every throat there Her tongue lapped up the flood KALI'S gaze finally cast upon terrified Giles Evaporating his body with fire His conscience was that remained in that dimension His conscience changed KALI'S desire Frightful fury morphed in to motherly compassion Her skin back from black to blue Spewing out rearranged history, time and space No other being could construe But a mother must teach her children lessons So she left Giles not without guilt A ****** message painted on his forehead And a sword driven to its hilt THE END!
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Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 12:43 PM UTC
The Hangover (Full version)
Up on a feathered duvet a man conceding defeat To the Sunday that had just begun Reeking of last night’s sweat, smoke and self-deceit Threads of reality so rapidly un-spun All that he promised himself to accomplish this day All that stuff to be tossed in the bin Procrastination rearranges plans or lets them decay And all because of his love for gin Amnesia of last night’s antics plants the seeds of guilt Shame shall be his shadow today Enter a recurring thought... a sword driven to its hilt Piercing pain added to his dismay Rusted cogs of cognition screeched slowly into action "A cure" he grumbled "A cure" Wearily off the bed searching for medicinal satisfaction To make last night less obscure The stark bright light of the bathroom fried his vision But as his senses normalized He stared in the mirror shocked, BANG! In a collision Mouth agape and paralyzed Finger painted on his forehead, with what must be blood G    U    I    L    T   Y From down stairs somewhere A woman's laugh Mocking Fear took its grip quick A sword driven to its hilt ***Part 2 of 6 a sword driven to its hilt*** Arctic chills froze his spine Pick axes hacked his mind Tongue pickled in brine Suffocated and confined Heart beat pounding Breathing short and quick Terror was abounding Throat swallowing a brick Staring at his reflection . . . G U I L T Y Unable move any limb Even for his protection Return of memory grim . . . a sword driven to its hilt Back to the bed room to search for his phone To make contact with the real world From down stairs came that exact same laugh Every hair on his body tightly curled The phone was nowhere to be found upstairs Again that tormenting laughter He called out "Who is it?" but only silence replied Then that laugh again soon after "WHO ARE YOU?!" he demanded to know Arming himself with a cricket bat Tentatively descending the sweeping staircase Noticing the post on the door mat The newspaper informed him it was Monday Confused, frightened he ran outside A burnt pile of his clothes lay in front of his door He yelled but only the laughter replied Then through the dining room bay-window Sitting at the table as if a patient guest A gruesome wide eyed greying corpse of a man   A sword driven in his head and out his breast In the dead man’s hand a glowing phone The source of the tormenting laugh Not thinking, our man rushed in to take it The phone flashed "maintenance staff" Every sense heightened Sickened and frightened Feeling he was being observed Part of a wicked game Driving him insane But so far he had been preserved As he answered the phone He knew he was not alone "Hello sir... I hope I haven't disturbed" ----------------------------------------------------------------- ***part 3 of 6 Saturday Night*** The late afternoon sun draped its golden satin light To the house-staff, Giles (our man) seemed uptight The butler Zamira dutifully stirring his drink right The sun dipped behind the poplar trees standing straight He orders "A Churchill martini" trying not to sound irate Giles watched her stirring, stirring as in a hypnotic state Zamira presented a chilled, frosted Riedel martini glass to him brimming to the top with Gilpins Westmorland extra dry gin The sun slowly sank behind trees as the drink loosened his limbs "You may both leave, till Tuesday" He said to Zamira and her twin Liliana (the cook) and the butler were often dismissed at his whim They sped off in their green MG, off to the Slaughtered lamb inn Giles raised his glass to the bobbing full hunters moon Waiting was now over, the others would be here soon First a pinch of Peruvian sniffed from a little silver spoon This day had been prepared in detail for nearly a year One final act of courage and tenacity he must engineer All hushed except the sound of large cars drawing near Four black Jaguars and a white refrigerated van Crunched over the gravel drive towards (our man) Giles Bradshaw-Behran stood still. It had began. ----------------------------------------------------------- ***Part 4 of 6 three years earlier The Gallows and Noose*** "This, THIS! I'm so tired of all THIS!" Blurted Giles as Zamira dressed his wrists Pathetic! (She thought) A dismal attempt Then left the room concealing contempt Giles just stared at the drip drip drip dripping of the morphine Candle light danced on the walls The demons sank back into the shadows Giles returned to the womb Basking in weightless warmth Comfortably apathetic Numb The drudgery of the next day unfurled As Giles accepted defeat around noon Something had to be done about life That something had better happen soon    He brunched in his office and so began his search All that day and night that week That month Deeper into the cavernous "dark web" seeking any answer to end his despair but every search became a cul-de-sac No doors opened for this millionaire No doors would open All remained firmly locked Sitting in his office chair Feverishly typing as he rocked He rocked as he typed He swivelled as he clicked Searching for something That he was less able to predict But that something found him And sent him an invitation Explaining that they had been watching Seeing his frustration Understanding his world view May he could understand theirs But before he were to be accepted He must climb down the seven stairs He       Must                 Climb                            Down                                      The                                            Seven                                                       Stairs Distant from the blinding light Cast yourself from the hallows Embrace darkness embrace night Take the Noose and the Gallows. The mouse pointer hovered over options "Yes" and "No" His heart beat quickened But then came the red glow of two laser beams from directly behind circling the yes option From past the windows' opened blind "Yes" and the two red dots disappeared The wheels were put in motion His future was now commandeered A force that seemed greater than him Changed the rules and took control Embers deep inside of him flickered Re-igniting the coals of his dark soul The seven steps awaited him... What ever could they be? ----------------------------------------------------------- ***part 5 of 6 The Seven Steps of The Thuggee*** Giles sat statue still in his office Unsure whether or not he should move Like a hunted deer in the woods Waiting for chances of survival to improve And yet though he were vulnerable Life coursed through every artery and vein The lost keystone of his arched spirit The panacea for tedious boredom and pain DING! **** The doorbell rang "Zamira, who is it? Can you please see?" Footsteps approached the front entrance Giles felt instinctively "fight or flee" He sat with silence looming over him For what seemed like an eternity ****** ancient bell!" he shouted "This whole house repels modernity!" Down stairs At the entrance The Cuban butler stared out into the night Looking for a sign Looking for who... Who had left the parcel she now clutched tight No one Nothing But for the song of a lonely nightingale She hurried To the office Where she found her employer looking pale Zamira explained what had happened And handed him the black wrapped box "Would you like me to open it Sir?" "No! I would like... a chartreuse on the rocks" She left to attend to his request For the attention of Mr. G. Bradshaw-Behram Soon after the two laser beams were on the wrapping Inside the box was a detailed program A history of the Thuggee cult and a Thuggee king The Thuggee King called BEHRAM! Behram, BEHRAM! His late mother’s family name A Thuggee cult King relative? With over 900 hundred murders to that man’s claim 900 strangled victims To please Goddess Kali Every drop of blood for her So humanity can be free Zamira returned with his drink Giles had never needed one so much The following weeks more instruction came Weeks just turned to months Months quickly turned to years Six of the secret steps complete So many grotesque souvenirs All leading to this moment On his lawn under the hunters moon The waiting was now over The others would be here very soon First a pinch of Peruvian Sniffed from his pretty little silver spoon Adjusting his cummerbund That soon would erase two souls fortune Four black Jaguars and a refrigerated van Crunched over the gravel drive to our man Giles stood still and smiled, for it had began Each of the six women and the six men Were concealed with hoods and veils But Giles' face was not hidden from them Now that he controls the final inhales Deep in the candle light of the wine cellar Which had been prepared with plastic sheets and tape A skirt of dismembered arms on an altar A grim garland of forty eight human skulls, mouths agape But fifty skulls are required According to the ancient text Two more to soon be provided Giles planned to do that next "Bring the two travellers to me" demanded Giles "Let me send them on their final way" Eight of the group left and within minutes returned With four bound, hooded for him to slay. Giles felt suddenly unable to function "This was not meant to be!" "The others witnessed the abduction, Sir" "They...will not please Kali" "Stand those women over there Tie them back to back Make sure your knots are fixed Offer them no slack!" The silk cummerbund slid Effortlessly off his waist Weighted near the middle To offer death less haste The first of the male offerings Only kicked for 30 seconds the world stopped moving when the other felt the silk band The back to back females started spinning Their hoods removed and ******* gone Giles did not look up to see who he knew Focused solely on continuing strangulation This time the Thuggee's had another view Zamira and Liliana in a blurring spin Black of space and ocean of deep blue Zamira angered, Liliana peaceful grin All but their arms becoming one Morphing seamlessly into each other The (previously twin) sisters had become The universe's all powerful mother           K A L I... ***Final part Nothing escapes the all-consuming march of time!*** As KALI consumed time and space Her dimensions grew and grew Her skin darkened to deep space black From unfathomable ocean blue Rivers of obsidian flowed as her wild hair Untamed, magnificent, streaming Three blood red eyes past, present, future Decided who needed redeeming Four arms, three of which were grasping A sword, a spear, a bowl The fourth grabbed a Thuggee's head Sword decapitated the soul A crimson red snake of a tongue lashed Out for every drop of blood Then the sword slashed every throat there Her tongue lapped up the flood KALI'S gaze finally cast upon terrified Giles Evaporating his body with fire His conscience was that remained in that dimension His conscience changed KALI'S desire Frightful fury morphed in to motherly compassion Her skin back from black to blue Spewing out rearranged history, time and space No other being could construe But a mother must teach her children lessons So she left Giles not without guilt A ****** message painted on his forehead And a sword driven to its hilt THE END!
I know, ****** long and therefor wont be read by many but I just thought it should be posted as one document.
#god#mystery#goddess#butler#kali
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Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 12:43 PM UTC
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