not certain how all this fits together yet but the harvesting of fetal organs, a human harvest, and the last pic bring to mind this selection from one of blakes poems:
02 Becomes a Womb? & is this the Death Couch of Albion
03 Thou goest to Eternal Death & all must go with thee
04 So saying, the Virgin divided Six-fold & with a shriek
05 Dolorous that ran thro all Creation a Double Six-fold Wonder:
06 Away from Ololon she divided & fled into the depths
07 Of Miltons Shadow as a Dove upon the stormy Sea.
08 Then as a Moony Ark Ololon descended to Felphams Vale
09 In clouds of blood, in streams of gore, with dreadful thunderings
10 Into the Fires of Intellect that rejoic'd in Felphams Vale
11 Around the Starry Eight: with one accord the Starry Eight became
12 One Man Jesus the Saviour. wonderful! round his limbs
13 The Clouds of Ololon folded as a Garment dipped in blood
14 Written within & without in woven letters: & the Writing
15 Is the Divine Revelation in the Litteral expression:
16 A Garment of War, I heard it namd the Woof of Six Thousand Years
17 And I beheld the Twenty-four Cities of Albion
18 Arise upon their Thrones to Judge the Nations of the Earth
19 And the Immortal Four in whom the Twenty-four appear Four-fold
20 Arose around Albions body: Jesus wept & walked forth
21 From Felphams Vale clothed in Clouds of blood, to enter into
22 Albions Bosom, the bosom of death & the Four surrounded him
23 In the Column of Fire in Felphams Vale; then to their mouths the Four
24 Applied their Four Trumpets & then sounded to the Four winds
25 Terror struck in the Vale I stood at that immortal sound
26 My bones trembled. I fell outstretchd upon the path
27 A moment, & my Soul returnd into its mortal state
28 To Resurrection & Judgment in the Vegetable Body
29 And my sweet Shadow of Delight stood trembling by my side
30 Immediately the Lark mounted with a loud trill from Felphams Vale
31 And the Wild Thyme from Wimbletons green & impurpled Hills
32 And Los & Enitharmon rose over the Hills of Surrey
33 Their clouds roll over London with a south wind, soft Oothoon
34 Pants in the Vales of Lambeth
weeping oer her Human Harvest35 Los listens to the Cry of the Poor Man: his Cloud
36 Over London in volume terrific, low bended in anger.
37 Rintrah & Palamabron view the Human Harvest beneath
38 Their Wine-presses & Barns stand open; the Ovens are prepard
39 The Waggons ready: terrific Lions & Tygers sport & play
40 All Animals upon the Earth, are prepard in all their strength
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? Who's lips? This doesn't make sense to me.