Сантим - Гитлер как Калки
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Hitler as Kalki

Hitler is Kalki*
(translator is unknown)

Here they are, back
The last grains of the era
They could become a sand clock
Or land covering the earth
But not in Bethlehem
Not in Jerusalem
And not in Khorazin
And not in Bethsaid
We will not see anymore
Humble God on the donkey
But look!
Look
He appeared on a white horse
Sparkling sword in a flaming arm
"Look! I am death itself
Destroyer of the worlds "
Hands out
Stretch to the neck
What color will we relate to it?
What face will we endow him with?
Perhaps the face of a black dog?
Or a white dog?
Hitler becomes Kalki
Kalki becomes Hitler
Teeth. Teeth. Teeth. Teeth
But meaningless things
Still occupy us
We think the sacred books
Written in fire and blood.
But what if it is water?
The flame turns into blood,
Blood turns into water,
But what does water turn into?
In milk?
To urine?
Into a lie?
To dust?
Hitler becomes Kalki
Kalki becomes Hitler.
And everything becomes nothing
Through fire
Secret Mother (Gsang Yum Chen Mo)
Secret Father (Gsang Yab Chen Po)

Hitler becomes Kalki
Kalki becomes Hitler
White horse and red horse
Christ writhes on the cross
Hitler smiles in chopping stones
He does not carry the world, but the sword
And maybe the roaring ocean is virgin clean?
And maybe falling stars are unknowable?
And they all tell me
They all repeat me
Hitler is Kalki
Kalki is Hitler

And where is your God now?
I will show you how we can see him
One: and at the top of the tree he hangs
Second: he is nailed to the branches of the same tree with nails
Third: he is spinning and soaring
Laughs through worlds, shaking space
One day the world will see
Oh, one day the world will see
Hitler - Kalki
Kalki - Hitler

He, having crouched, lies
Piercing space and time
Through the smoke of incense
I see: here, in the midst of the crowd he is worth
I see: it easily walks through the mountain chains
And if a person appears to us
In all its bloodiness and baseness
Will we say then then
"Yes, here it is, reality! Here is its nature!"
It never seemed to you
That the pain is much more real, Nezhel joy?
They are so mixed
Clouched together: to break
Ruthlessly crippled the essence
Ure the meaning

God is on the cross
Or maybe three gods
If all three are one.
Neither go nor approaching
Neither grow nor decrease
But grandiose in their unity.
Space and matter
He jumps through space
And he jumps through the pain
In a secret heart of transformation
In the secret cover of darkness
His eyes are closed windows
Oh, man, man, man!
With his claws, his lies
With his world, his pain
With his love and longing
With a hop of a fiery candle
What, having swept, dies.
The sound of the destructive world
He does not bear the release
In the middle of us, he sows deafness,
Inaudibly pierces us.

Hitler is Kalki
Kalki is Hitler
Circling and howling
Trembling and jubilant
Oh, grief, grief, grief
Where the eagle soars
Where the eagle trembles
Where the eagle falls
Where the eagle breaks
And the entities merge
And then completely disappear.
Then the stars collapse
The whirlwind grows in space
And the stones are gathered
The fragments are connected
Blood in the heart
Makes time to tremble

And if I dissolve in you
In your soul
Find hoping white light
If together we rush into eternity
Whether we note the vortex
Which will not wait any longer?

First he will go down
From the hill
Then he will run
Through the city
Then stop
Still
Restless
Unmerciful

Oh my dear Christ
You are carried away, broken, from this sad land
Teeth. Teeth. Teeth. Teeth. Teeth.
Hitler is Kalki
Kalki is Hitler
Hitler
Kalki