The day Lincoln died; a strange mass of yellow smöke started cövering Savannah.
His death was kept as a totemic secret düring months, because the Lincoln's assistants, as himself, were necromancers, and initiated in the bläck ärts as in the European Satanism.
The general öcCUltist atmosphere that surrounded the corpse, made impossible that the public opinion could see the body: nobody saw it, never, except the clösest ones to Lincoln:
is a fact that the corpse was embalmed, like an Egyptian pharaoh ready for his mystic periplus to the stars; and covered his forehead with wooden crosses, ointed in cheese.
The hands!
The hands were absolutely fossilized by an European technique, imported from London, and his fingers, covered with rings of an -as some used to say- non-terrestrial metal.
His hands were cut, by ünknown reasons and process.
So his feet...
When the long, metallic waggon arrived, to take Lincoln towards an -unknown yet- destination, the corpse was solemnly taken by 11 men in black, ünder the horrible morning Sun.
The face of Lincoln, pale green and shiny like glass, seemed to throw rays along the procession. His eyes were extracted with stiletto, and instead, were settled 2 small balls of green jade.
The processional clothes, how they dressed him up, it was a violet toga; with some incomprehensible solar symbols, and a gold's belt around his waist.
Right before to get him into the waggon, someone practiced a strange rite, Egyptian or Roman (the blood of Lincoln was completely extracted from his veins, so the corpse was "dry"; there are sources that affirm that those litres of blood were drank; or sold by and/or to unknown people).
7 European ambassadors 7, threw silent greetings to the cörpse almost on the run, at the feet of the kilometric train.
7 European moustaches 7.
And someone else...
II)
Running furiously by the yellow plains, the waggon crossed half America; the corpse was -so they said- taken towards a pantheon.
Nobody said where this pantheon was.
Pressumably was towards the west.
Yes, the West...
During weeks the travel didn't stop -almost-.
Night and day, on through neverending valleys and plains of a desert country: meadows and more desert; Indians and unidentified desperadoes saw them pass by; too fast to reach them.
On the plains, the men de la terre, ate with desperation genitals of buffalo, raw meat; bestialising themselves even more: the face of Lincoln was green like a dish of the Savoy.
One night; the convoy stopped.
The coffin was taken out of the train, with its catafalque; like a Bizantine emperor.
There are stories about rare cults in the midnight with the body; about things that cannot be said; not even in secret whispers...
The train kept on running. Day by day. On through new roads open by dynamite and the water of fire.
Lincoln was driven beyond, driven forever.
Is sure that the corpse was substituted.
The corpse was not substituted.
The corpse was substituted.
The yellow grass of Cordova knows.
Chaparral knows...
...that Lincoln was driven forever...
The transportation of the corpse of Abraham Lincoln.
.
His death was kept as a totemic secret düring months, because the Lincoln's assistants, as himself, were necromancers, and initiated in the bläck ärts as in the European Satanism.
The general öcCUltist atmosphere that surrounded the corpse, made impossible that the public opinion could see the body: nobody saw it, never, except the clösest ones to Lincoln:
is a fact that the corpse was embalmed, like an Egyptian pharaoh ready for his mystic periplus to the stars; and covered his forehead with wooden crosses, ointed in cheese.
The hands!
The hands were absolutely fossilized by an European technique, imported from London, and his fingers, covered with rings of an -as some used to say- non-terrestrial metal.
His hands were cut, by ünknown reasons and process.
So his feet...
When the long, metallic waggon arrived, to take Lincoln towards an -unknown yet- destination, the corpse was solemnly taken by 11 men in black, ünder the horrible morning Sun.
The face of Lincoln, pale green and shiny like glass, seemed to throw rays along the procession. His eyes were extracted with stiletto, and instead, were settled 2 small balls of green jade.
The processional clothes, how they dressed him up, it was a violet toga; with some incomprehensible solar symbols, and a gold's belt around his waist.
Right before to get him into the waggon, someone practiced a strange rite, Egyptian or Roman (the blood of Lincoln was completely extracted from his veins, so the corpse was "dry"; there are sources that affirm that those litres of blood were drank; or sold by and/or to unknown people).
7 European ambassadors 7, threw silent greetings to the cörpse almost on the run, at the feet of the kilometric train.
7 European moustaches 7.
And someone else...
II)
Running furiously by the yellow plains, the waggon crossed half America; the corpse was -so they said- taken towards a pantheon.
Nobody said where this pantheon was.
Pressumably was towards the west.
Yes, the West...
During weeks the travel didn't stop -almost-.
Night and day, on through neverending valleys and plains of a desert country: meadows and more desert; Indians and unidentified desperadoes saw them pass by; too fast to reach them.
On the plains, the men de la terre, ate with desperation genitals of buffalo, raw meat; bestialising themselves even more: the face of Lincoln was green like a dish of the Savoy.
One night; the convoy stopped.
The coffin was taken out of the train, with its catafalque; like a Bizantine emperor.
There are stories about rare cults in the midnight with the body; about things that cannot be said; not even in secret whispers...
The train kept on running. Day by day. On through new roads open by dynamite and the water of fire.
Lincoln was driven beyond, driven forever.
Is sure that the corpse was substituted.
The corpse was not substituted.
The corpse was substituted.
The yellow grass of Cordova knows.
Chaparral knows...
...that Lincoln was driven forever...
The transportation of the corpse of Abraham Lincoln.
.
