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- T H E P R O P H E C Y O F C O W
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- Recorded by High Priest and Scribe,
- Franken Gibe
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- Listen! The thunderhead of The Coming reins her fierce lightning steeds.
- The Prophecy is thine own. Take to heart what shall be, when nations' eyes
- shall turn toward Cow, a hundred million eyes fixed, a hundred million ears
- shrinking from the infernal Blast.
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- Moonlight's world shall fall to decay, putrid with the rot of complacency.
- A chosen few shall safeguard the Cow Song, harbor all that is eternal against
- the blight of relativism, the self-indulgence of apathetic humankind. It is
- the course of the Bovine that these few shall multiply, and their message
- shall take the form of a federation, a Cult. Cow shall be a living memory.
- From three shall be ten, from ten, hundreds. Here the Prophecy begins...
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- Thrice sun's setting, then dawn. I see an eighth day, russet heat. It is
- the dawn of suburbia, mown fresh and green, black-cored and sinister. From
- this day night shall ever be vanquished. It is the Day of Cow. The Day of the
- Rebirth. Unspeakable visions I see, visions of color and sound, hoof beat and
- udder's fecund milk. Two of the Bovine Legion shall rule the eternal Day, two
- shall survive the death of Night. On that first dawn of the New Age, the
- birthday of the new order, Cow will come again.
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- In the barren field of the barren age, the Old Age, in the field of
- corpses and skulls, I see a Prophet. He shall be versed in the saga of Cow,
- familiar in the Ways of Bovinia. And lo, the crimson field shudders beneath
- the taint of a thousand crumbling empires, kingdoms of corruption, and the
- barren field vomits steaming geysers of blood. In the midst of this maelstrom
- of death, the climax of centuries of despair, I see the Prophet raise his
- limber arms, and as if orchestrating Second Creation, the field is quieted, the
- skies churn slow and calm. Oh, unspeakable and ineffable! Oh, prophecy and
- legend, Earth has shed tears of blood, seas of blood for thee. Lo, the Prophet
- of the field drops to his knees, & behold, the fallow field is rent asunder.
- And from the awful rift emerges a deep, deep tenor, a staccato bellow which
- strikes deaf the unprepared ear. It is the Bellow of the Cow Reborn, the
- trumpet of victory which heralds in the New Age, the Age of the Bovine. This is
- the Legend, this is the Prophecy marvelous and momentous.
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- Emotion chokes words, and begs of them undue function. Yet have I
- endeavored to write what should remain unwritten, to prophesy that which is the
- stuff of nightmares. Humanity, beware! For now Cow sleeps, but dawn
- approaches. The Awakening is near.
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- (c)1988 cDc communications by Franken Gibe
- On this, the 13th Day of the Sixth Month-56
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