The eighteenth night
The sublime aesthetics of the lost battles of Marxism are debated in the halls of the learned, while the art of the real fights it out on the streets of the Middle East. These are insoluble contradictions but there is no mourning while the battle rages, only in its aftermath will the grieving begin; hands will then be washed to remove the stains of compromise and in the cleanliness affirm their political legitimacy.
The antithesis rises, a spectre from history, it cuts through dogma like a knife, plunging its blade shaft deep into the body of Capital, seeking an end to this vampire of the vanities. But ghosts are ineffective killers, only an exorcism conducted by the Holy Pope himself can be effective, only the word of God as spoken by his representative on Earth will work.
Behold, he is given the power to tread upon serpents and scorpions and upon the full force of the enemy and nothing will harm him. (31)
He commands the spectre as follows:
I command you, spectre of Marx, along with all your minions now attacking these servants of God, by the mysteries of the incarnation, passion, resurrection, and ascension of our Lord Jesus Christ, by the descent of the Holy Ghost, by the coming of our Lord for judgment; that you and all your demons, ghosts and wraiths depart. I command you, moreover, to obey me to the letter, I who am a minister of God despite my unworthiness; nor shall you be emboldened to harm in any way this creature of God, or the bystanders, or any of their possessions. (32)
Marx and the Pope face off, they are about to lock horns when the Pope’s head swivels around and his glazed eyes look back towards the inner sanctum. His mouth opens, a gravelly drawl of "Ave Versus Christus" now spills from his lips; he is the corrupted one and only Marx can save his soul.
Marx bends down to pat his dog. The dog wags its tail in simple gratitude and looks up towards the Holy Spirit descending in the embodied form of a dove. These late vestiges of animal worship are both reluctant to leave the stage. The dog is reminded of those happy days when Marx would dance with animals and how they would watch the dawn sunrise together after long intoxicated nights of cave rumbas, tangos and foxtrots.
31 Luke 10:17 The seventy-two returned rejoicing, and said, "Lord, even the demons are subject to us because of your name." Jesus said, "I have observed Satan fall like lightning from the sky. Behold, I have given you the power 'to tread upon serpents' and scorpions and upon the full force of the enemy and nothing will harm you. Nevertheless, do not rejoice because the spirits are subject to you, but rejoice because your names are written in heaven."
32 Excerpts taken and adjusted from: PRAYER AGAINST SATAN and the REBELLIOUS ANGELS Published by order of His Holiness Pope Leo XIII
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