dies_irae
Mahayana [dies in·fau·stus][dies in·fau·stus]
[Di·es Irae][Di·es Irae][Di·es Irae]
]Di·es Irae[]Di·es Irae[]Di·es Irae[]
[dies in·fau·stus][dies in·fau·stus]

=an internal combustion engine=

: di·es fau·stus
: "dE-"As-'fau-stus
: lucky day

=in which air is compressed=

[[[machine shop]]]
]]]machine shop[[[
¿where have you gone?

|with tattered string|
|of a loves forlorn|
: dies in·fau·stus
: -'in-"fau-stus
: unlucky day

=to a temperature sufficiently high=

diesel can/diesel trucks/diesel fuel/diesel fire
can.trucks.fuel.fire
diesel diesel diesel diesel
: dies irae
: -'E-"rI, -"rA
: day of wrathused of the Judgment Day

=to ignite fuel injected into the cylinder=

[[[machine shop]]]
]]]machine shop[[[
¿where have you gone?

|latin diesel -4- dies latin for day|
|pour yourself all over me|
|||and|||
|ignite|

=where the combustion=

: Di·es Irae
: "dE-(")As-'E-"rA
: a medieval Latin hymn on the Day of Judgment sung in requiem masses

=and expansion actuate a piston=

[dies in·fau·stus][dies in·fau·stus]
[Di·es Irae][Di·es Irae][Di·es Irae]
]Di·es Irae[]Di·es Irae[]Di·es Irae[]
[dies in·fau·stus][dies in·fau·stus]





[{life isnt the same without diesel}]
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unhinged for mayahana

dies irae, dies illa
solvet saeclum in favilla:
Teste David cum Sybylla.
quantus tremor est futurus
quando judex ast venturus
cuncta stricte discussurus!
tuba, mirum spargens sonum,
per sepulcra regionum,
coget omnes ante thronum.
mors stupebit, et natura,
cum resurget creatura,
judicanti responsura.
liber scriptus proferetur.
in quo totum continetur,
unde mundus judicetur.
judex ergo cum sedebit,
quidquid latet, apparebit:
nil inultum remanebit.
quid sum mister tunc dicturus?
quem patronum rogaturus,
cum vix justus sit securus?
rex tremendae majestatis
qui salvandos salvas gratis,
salve me, fons pietatis.
recordare, jesu pie,
quod sum causa tuae viae:
ne me perdas illa die.
quaerens me, sedisiti lassus:
redemisti, crucem passus:
tantus labor non sit cassus.
juste judex ultionis,
donum fac remissionis,
ante diem rationis.
ingemisco tamquam reus:
culpa rubet vultus meus:
supplicanti parce, deus.
qui mariam absolvisti,
et latronem exaudisti,
mihi quoque spem dedisti.
preces meae non sunt dignae,
sed tu bonus fac benigne,
ne perenni cremer igne.
inter oves locum praesta,
et ab haedis me sequestra,
statuens in parte dextra.
confutatis maledictis,
flammis acribus addictis,
voca me cum benedictis.
oro supplex et acclinis,
cor contritum quasi cinis,
gere curam mei finis.
lacrymosa dies illa,
qua resurget ex favilla,
judicandus homo reus.
huic ergo, parce deus:
pie jesu domine,
dona eis requiem.
amen

thomas of celano, 1250
020129
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unhinged for mahayana rather

ggggrrrrr
020130
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Mahayana for uninghed grrrrrrwow :giggels:
i mean unhinged :just teasing, i loved ya lil grrrrrr so i wanted to offer one in kind

[casting the latter into eternal fire, and welcoming the former to eternal bliss.]
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Day of wrath, day that will dissolve the world into burning coals, as David bore witness with the Sibyll.

How great a tremor is to be, when the judge is to come briskly shattering every (grave).

A trumpet sounding an astonishing sound
through the tombs of the region drives all (men) before the throne.

Death will be stunned and (so) will Nature, when arises (man) the creature
responding to the One judging.

The written book will be brought forth,
in which the whole (record of evidence) is contained whence the world is to be judged.

Therefore when the Judge shall sit,
whatever lay hidden will appear;
nothing unavenged will remain.

O Thou, God of Majesty,
nourishing brilliance of the Trinity,
join us with the Blessed.

What am I the wretch then to say?
what patron I to beseech? when scarecly the just (man) be secure.

King of tremendous Majesty,
who saves those-to-be-saved free,
save me, Fount of piety.

Remember, faithful Jesus,
because I am the cause of your journey:
do not lose me on that day.

Thou has sat down as one wearied seeking me, Thou has redeemed (me) having suffered the Cross: so much labor let it not be lost

Just judge of the avenging-punishment,
work the gift of the remission (of sins)
before the Day of the Reckoning.

I groan, as the accused:
my face grows red from (my) fault:
spare (this) supplicant, O God.

O Thou, God of Majesty,
nourishing brilliance of the Trinity,
join us with the Blessed.

Thou who forgave Mary [the sinful woman], and favorably heard the (good) thief,hast also given me hope.

My prayers are not worthy,
but do Thou, Good (God), deal kindly
lest I burn in perennial fire.

Among the sheep offer (me) a place
and from the goats sequester me,
placing (me) at (Thy) right hand.

After the accursed have been silenced,
given up to the bitter flames,
call me with the blest.

Kneeling and bowed down I pray,
My heart contrite as ashes:
Do Thou {, my End,} care for my end.

That sorrowful day,
on which will arise from the buring coals Man accused to be judged:
therefore, O God, do Thou spare him

Faithful Lord Jesus,
grant them rest.
Amen.

O Thou, God of Majesty,
nourishing brillance of the Trinity,
join us with the Blessed. Amen.
======================

It is a hymn of singular awe and piety. It is customarily sung as part of the Requiem Mass, the mass said for the repose of the deceased. It is also can be said in [three parts] thirds during the canonical hours on days commemorating the dead, in the New Roman Breviary of 1975.

casting the latter into eternal fire, and welcoming the former to eternal bliss.

The hymn closes with a supplication for mercy before the coming of that terrible day.

[{few of many fav. passages}]

Kneeling and bowed down I pray,
My heart contrite as ashes:
Do Thou {, my End,} care for my end.

My prayers are not worthy,
but do Thou, Good (God), deal kindly
lest I burn in perennial fire.
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Mahayana [7-12] Requiem Aeternam Dona Eis
Salzburg/Munich, 1983/84 - 14 min. Computer-synthesized bell-like sounds; 3 movements from the Requiem Mass

7 - Dies Irae, Dies Illa (2:15)
8 - Lux Aeterna (2:16)
9 - Libera me (2:13)
10 - Dies Irae, Dies Illa (2:07)
11 - Lux Aeterna (2:07)
12 - Libera me (2:06)

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