The Seal is Broken....

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Poem by William Butler Yeats.
Messiah/Thulsa Doom logo by Superbowl6Romeo


Anonymous said...

Here's a better poem, by D.R.I.:

I win, you lose
I win, you lose
I win, you lose
I win, you lose
I win, you lose

J. said...

Funny, we were all talking about the "rough beast" in 2000. And we were proven correct... it will be so nice to have an articulate, hope-enducing president instead of the fearmonging "decider" in chief.