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Exot-Araka

Romanticist Horror Stories

Be-cause Yazd (Ea Zaddok/Yo Shaddai) took the axe
and sacrificed his Hera to save Manuh,
he set a precedent

Argus' caravan steered upon the waves of space like an arrow of Arjuna
Ergo, Quirinus incubated;
boxed in kronos,
waiting for a naive son-ish of Korah
to "recite" the arcane riddle

Arungan crosses over
Kohans set up a cairn,
a new nagar expands into a dwarka
Shiv's Vish is reborn
Marut's Moloch meets Hurrian Harut

The bull is slain again
Mahadev laments his nanna
Cash cow lurks with jerks
Copper--Bronze--Iron
And kareta wheels turn

Proto-Moor-arkan Marugan
turned arrogant rogue against the archons
to weave a different rainbow web

But that would not do
So the ark went arctic;
Sun's minorah snuffed

But not before Osiris exploded,
his meteor pillar landing at Baalbek
And Hannibal pierced Rome's side
Who in turn jab the Lamb

Zainobia would plait a reciprocal crown of thorns
In memorium of lost Sabaean rule
Yet Zion is not without its Adon
For those with eyes to see 
and ears to hear

And trees will talk
From Nilambur to Dodona
Until pet goat destroys the asherahs
And Babylon's network is down

Like a mogwai with a droplet of CIA
Isis has turned from Durga to Kali
Aracnid arconists used the erg to engineer crowns of corona for regals to don

Anarchy and a cowered crowd

How many cubits for the new Ka'aba?
And now we wait for a Major Arcana

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