John Donne: Metaphysical, by Sigrid Countess von Galen

John Donne: Metaphysical, 

by Sigrid Countess von Galen


It came to him in a dream,
but too horrid and vivid the vision
to tell her, and with her pregnant bosom 
lying next to him, Anne, his beloved blossom,
he could not even his agony out aloud scream -

he saw her dying in seven days,
the child as well, as cursed they had been
by those, who did pose as their friends
but who in reality were their most bitter enemy
and who hid from the couple their envy and 
their membership in hell!

He did ask an artist to be on call for when 
she was asleep one afternoon to make
an impression of her face for a shroud,
so that from that black cloth he could later,
should the dream become devastating reality
at least keep her close to his side in a cloud!

And one week did pass and indeed, she died
after having lost also the child, still to the last breath
she was kind, loving and meek, only true love 
and her heart's truth as her creed and 
her body did ascend on August 15th like her soul
remembered from her incarnation as Mary Magdalene 

afloat upwards taken whole into heaven, and she 
did smile upon her beloved John, whose heart tore apart,
as she knew that this was the price to pay for one day
they would prove, when the time would come, which was known
only to some after the contract between God and the devil would end -

that the church and its every shore lied about the eternal holy matrimony of 
Jesus Christ and Mary Magdalene, and that it was Judas' church
in Rome, full of heresy and greed as creed, secretly dedicated
to the devil and his evil!

Next thing she remembered after her death is her beloved
spouse in their house, lying on their divan, and she afloating 
in her dress in blue next to him, but in the air, and orderly
was she from toe to hair, and John in prayer albeit in woe
that he could have her only for the rest of his life as his
beloved heavenly wife metaphysically next to him
 but nonetheless in terms of eternity

they did so obey the Holy Spirit voluntarily and 
did accept their destiny as fair, as the day
would come in another incarnation of his, Jesus Christ,
and her, Mary Magdalene, now John and Anne Donne,
that they would bring down with the facts the hierarchies
of evil and heresy and bring together from all corners
of the world the original eternal holy family and leave 

all the piety fakers and habitual criminal and murderous undertakers
posing as bishops and popes and cardinals and some as royalty
and as self-appointed olympic Divinity, in short: the walking dead,
to eat their own stale mouldy bread and to bury their dead alone,

whilst Jesus Christ and Mary Magdalene would simply return
to Judas and his evil master and their pews in one big news blaster 
every single millstone of the Satanic hills of lies and 
open up the graves to collect back from 
the devil every stolen bone of the real saints to resurrect the
true picture!

And relics would then  become corpus delicti and churches
and cathedrals shut for forensic investigation in every single
nation, where one secret Templar did with another in sin
and crime mingle! 

John and Anne Donne - DONE!!!




















                     Relic

                  John Donne

    WHEN my grave is broke up againe
    Some second ghest to entertaine,
    (For graves have learn'd that woman-head
    To be to more then one a Bed)
        And he that digs it, spies         5
A bracelet of bright haire about the bone,
        Will he not let'us alone,
And thinke that there a loving couple lies,
Who thought that this device might be some way
To make their soules, at the last busie day,  10
Meet at this grave, and make a little stay?
  
        If this fall in a time, or land,
        Where mis-devotion doth command,
        Then, he that digges us up, will bring
        Us, to the Bishop, and the King,  15
          To make us Reliques; then
Thou shalt be a Mary Magdalen, and I
          A something else thereby;
All women shall adore us, and some men;
And since at such time, miracles are sought,  20
I would have that age by this paper taught
What miracles wee harmelesse lovers wrought.


--
Sigrid Countess von Galen
NEC LAUDIBUS NEC TIMORE
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