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Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Heckin’ Coming is at hand.
The Heckin’ Coming!
Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spirit Nibblus
Troubles my sight: somewhere in posts of the thread
A shape with man’s body and the head of an Indian
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant lurking words
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty itineraries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what disgusting simp, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards /ftl/ to be scorned?
