Still he grows.
Behold, thou art the
Very image of th' Antichrist.
Most abject shame,
Most utter shame.
The welfare of the city
Where you were once a sojourner.
Seven hills and seven horses,
And seven swords in seven hands.
Not even the earth is still,
It trembles in his grasp.
All things new,
All things new.
Blood will have its blood in turn
As each cries out to each.
Shall the judge of all the earth do wrong?
Who told you, viper, when to flee?
Thou art a villain.
Thanks, and thee.
Let us die upon our knees,
So ends this catechism.
What is the meaning of this dream?
Mourn for holy Russia.
You approach me like the rugged bear,
But will not grant me footing.
All men seek the good.
Thou art blind, old man.
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