Oh absalom, oh absolam! A diadem for babylon In my hand fair absolam, oh absalom, oh absalom
not albion, nor abalon jubilant the pseudo-khan. Turkman and aryian. pakistan and great ghangis khan
who crossed the ghangis, and vlads gate beheld by all emerald-like, (exhult!) the emirate! and harems, scented, with exotic flowers rich their kings, emperors their hours
all was earth their paradise, and powers But absalom they treasured most high above all else In the hanging gardens where erudite scholars scrawled of the alexandrian tower, inspired by her fall her grace jaundiced all eyes for the jealous prize the diadem for babylom. oh absalom, oh absalom!
And peasants and pharaohs wept to see her go. Now none the memory but her exultations All merchants, all kings, called her home, all nations. the bethlehem of carnal delights highest heaven, and abomination.
oh absalom, oh absalom. bedlam and dwelling place gemorahh and sodom.
ended in your shining hour no more to rise again but perhaps the spirit in the ages whir arise anew, named another exalting, immanentize the eschaton!
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