I wasn’t looking for a crown

I wasn’t looking for a crown

I was not looking for a crown
and I was afraid of pain,
I fell asleep with an Ostrobramskaya in my hands —
I woke up.

According to the inexorable logic,
among the murderers, the preserved
one survived his 20 Theodora ordeals
with faith: The Lord will reward.

And found in Her Bosom,
persecuted and cursed –
The world is coveted.

Guard me, God of Mansions

Guard me, God of Mansions
in the passionate, among the destroyers,

keep relentless
among the Ben-Elohim civilization,

Keep among the temples of night clubs.
Break the dragon’s venomous teeth.

Oh, to the saints,
oh, to them,
to the masters not of this world,
admired!

Oh, give it to me, God, a feasible cross
for homeless women, homeless women,
to «praying» saint,
the fivefold enlarged kennel of Evfrosiniya,
my hallows confessor.

Psalter

The Pharisees translated it from Church Slavonic
to Josephite.

Hard, under the gendarmerie,
I do not know how to dunk, my
grandmother’s evil eyes
stare at the page of a hundred thousand.

A Seraphim touched from the village of Debesa
translated the psalter into the heavenly
one and went around with her
150 castles of the Solovetsky Archipelago.

150 million of the deceased were mourned
by the myrrh oil that came from her
I glued 150 million to Christ.

Oh, how divinely good

Oh, how divinely good!
Oh, Lord,
who entereth into Thy royal tent,
the tabernacle of Wisdom,
where are the pearl altars?

Oh, the low is despicable,
it is for those who come from the lower.
The high is coveted
in living samples,
not in books.

One living saint
is worth a thousand in the number of saints.
Look for him in the daytime with a lantern
will not be found!

For hating Mammon,
God has given me a scepter, unshaken forever,
and the power to strike Pharaoh,
the spirit of peace, lust, and sin.

So give me the scepter, God,
to smash the snake’s skull.
The God civilization is based on the urban wasteland!

Oh, Lady of the Sacred Heart

Oh, Lady of the Sacred Heart,
open the doors of the inner temple,
illuminate the subconscious cellars.
The Lord has chosen You.

The first among brides
ascended the Solovetsky Cross
and received a hundred million
silent groans
into Her Mother’s Bosom.

Oh, priest of the Melchizedeks

Oh, priest of the Melchizedeks,
a pearl for men.
Coming down from the cloud on his bare feet,
a second-term fool.

For the brides of Jesus Christ
He also prepares the wedding Meal
in immaculate new clothes
He praises his beloved:
– Glory, glory to the King of the anointed!

Oh, what
lamp-like eyes he has,
and in them the azure heavens
and cool dew!

He sleeps at the train station,
lives in barracks,
celebrates the liturgy in heaven,
is a prophet and an oracle.

Who is he, the Melchizedek priest?
Mother Maria Rosa of Hiroshima?
Dr. Charles Mercieka?
The fool Nobody, the roadside burdock,
the beloved of Christ
and the son of God –
the Melchizedek priest!!!

Oh, Christ’s parousia

Oh, Christ’s parousia!
His wonderful presence
is greater than the church,
the merciful fool majority.

Oh, Christ’s parousia
and the voice heard in the hearts –
the convict on Solovki bound by the bonds of marriage.

And He did not leave when They drove Him with sticks,
turned Him on a lathe,
and flattened
the living Christ on Solovki…

The crucified Bridegroom stood and wept, and confessed his love
all-in-blood,
And it was impossible to see His eyes
without going mad
or faint
with the divine «ah!»
frozen on your lips.
Such was the parousia of Christ on the Solovki.

Helpmate against enemies in battles

Helpmate against enemies in battles
Oh, Intercessor of the Divine mirrors
Oh, Lady of the chosen maidens
Oh, Beloved in the anointed ones
Oh, sweetest sweet-smelling lily
Oh, mouth of honey
unwritten omilia
Oh, Intercessor for Her meek remnant
in the dark night,
in the coolness of paradise.

Oh Sweetest Lady

Oh Sweetest Lady
New Power,
Glory to the Almighty!!!

Sea Treasure Trove of Gifts,
The Millennium homo seraphicus of Christ.

The angels rolled the stone away
from the tomb of Solovetskaya
Fifty
anointed martyrs were resurrected
and joined the ranks
of the warriors of Elijah and Enoch.

The Kingdom of the Virgin,
A new Era!!!

The Eucharistic

The doors of the Kingdom are open.
The hour of combined prayer.
I am one with Christ.
My beloved is with me.
Let us sing the song of beatitudes.

I and Christ are one
Oh…
Divine triumph
Oh,
bed of deification,
oh, grace multiplied,
oh, royal table wine –
Oh,
Father,
it is finished, your bride is under the crown.
In the dead of night
I am one with Christ,
Oh, beatitude, Oh
I am one with Christ
Oh,
it’s finally
done.

The mystery of Christ has been revealed.
A small reward
for sorrows and crosses worn
My Beloved
is an inscrutable combination.

Oh, immortal bliss!
I am lost to Him.

The Heavenly Bridegroom descended into my little prison
and clung to the passionate sufferer.

Oh, and only Oh!
A combined Deity
in 12 immortal bodies,
in a marriage bond.
Oh, there is nothing higher!

The liturgies faded, the words … –
the tabernacle of the Deity!
I am the happiest.
Peace. Fullness.
Goal achieved —
The bed of Christ.

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