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In the darkest hour of each night

I wait for the power to show the light

Suffocation feeds the barren soul

Turning that heart to blackest coal

I need you here, so close to me

To feel the wisdom and to see

Count the minutes ticking by

Feeding off each of their putrid lies

“Find the Lord,” they say so sweet

Just more flesh to covet, such fresh meat

Why do so many fall within the masses

Separating each by such dreary classes?

Can they not see their god is fake?

Fashioned by the few for their own sake

But I know my ruler is that fierce one

Who counts that sin is over and done

I call to him and know my life

Is in his hands and there will be no strife

I say his name high and low

My devotion strengthened and continues to grow

Lilith

Satan

The horned one walks slowly onto the platform.
Despite his obvious weight he makes no sound.

He is encircled in a pulsing and ever changing,
moving sphere of deep red light.

The eyes of the assembled followers lock in awe
at his appearance, at his form, at his face. There is a breathless hush everywhere.

He looks towards his followers; his face alight;
fiery, passionate; rewarded by their demonstrated
and intense devotion.

Then comes a sound. It starts with a low rumble
and quickly escalates to an almost unbearable
cacophony of noise and screaming.

Two people have already collaped, his very presence too much for their simple earthly minds to bear.

Acknowledging his followers for a second time,
the presence points his horn directly towards
them........

then puts it to his lips and plays on the golden
trumpet the most exquisitely sweet and beautiful ballad any of them had ever heard.

Regmon

After Death Experience

Slave to IV
Created from Adam's ribs Eve
Next to Lilith most evil conceived.
Cursed man once free
Drew psychic energy
Took that knowledge apple out of tree.

Good and evil brought from heaven
Never again pure as number seven.
Limitless light
Carried by sight
Of Lucifer seeking Nahema's end.

Prey to Watchers fallen from stations.
Raped earth's daughters, shunned
By parents, disowned.
Brunt of burden grown.
They bore children of damned ones.

Inokeyin Sex Magick
The Key to Youranus
John Dee and Edward Kelley were more
Than just scribe and seer, things stored
In dark hierarchies
Of Crowley's sleaze.
Contacting archangelic feces lords.

Opening and expanding gates.
Ruling over disciples' anus fates.
Among the four angles
Crowley's seed spangled.
Stick his key in to trigger states.

He taught OTO Thelemites how
To put book of law on altar and bow.
Taught to bend over
So he could juice her.
Sex magick dear as The Golden Bough.

Ode to a Bad Trip
I took a trip across a bridge between
Sensation and illusion, Ganymede
Near mnemon, black Lethe, forgetful queen,
Lysergic acid diethyl amide.

By mirrors circumposed, I unveiled fates,
Transfixed as one Narcissus held by pond
Beheld unfathomable duplicates,
Conscious of ego, alien, beyond.

Our predecessors, Adam, Lilith, Eve,
No more to God than gnats of same earth formed,
Deceived by dreams that Eden did conceive
Them lords to give translucent names that swarmed

And changed with origins unknown by all,
Since language unity omniscient split.
Transmogrifying conduits names fall
Before creation's influx infinite.

Souls, evanescent sparks assuming shape
Liquescent, fed by lucent astral rays.
Ascending nascent forms split shells escape
From womb descending obsolescent ways.

Myself, illusion born, reflection's sum,
Forgotten underneath skies nebulous
Ecstatic freed from mortal coil grew numb
Above life's labyrinth as Icarus

I soared, but lacked consent from Azrael.
Still bound by matter, flight's swift fleeting flame
Extinguished, caught within blind storm I fell
Downward in maelstrom, hence to nadir came.

Refulgence, mere refraction soulless seat
Of mirrored self's sojourn, reflecting nil.
Attempting freedom from morass, effete,
By empty shells contained, I sank more still.

Miasmic images replenished space
Of Psyche vacated by vision's doom
Whence demon lost psychosis showed his face.
Errabam et nunc ego nihil sum.

Exsuperatorius Invictus Commodus
To call them animals demeans demons
Of souls so deep to call Lucifer's lust.
They pray and the gods answer their summons.
Dread demagogues to bring empire to dust.
Sick evil against sickly evil sty.
Words emperor wrote wild destroyed nobles
Of gladiators literate who die
Long after orgies of blood fill fables.
Dread Commodus trained bodily by dire
Soon dead great gladiators put to pyres.
More deadly still his mind bred, trained by sire
Grandfather giving birth through incest fires.
He took in glory of fights once sleighted domes
Against black pride while Onos similar
To father also falls to catacombs
While his stepbrother's head stood higher far.
In vomitoreum blond beast tended
By retinue died flamingo upchuck
The way it in circumstances ended
Like choking on too much overcooked duck.
When dead you may search astral plane barren
To find midst desert his fortune fake coins,
To lure retinue to damnation's den
Fools trying to conquer Invictus loins.
Both Commodus and Onos take under
Their meals, idiots seeking to conquer
Mighty Jove's blasphemous deadly thunder
Of mortal gods spoken of in slight verse.

Genesis of Qliphoth
Damned Cain, first born, brought fruits of soil, no heed.
Good shepherd brought first born of flock loved most.
Damned Cain's hate lured to field red brother's need
To damn lord's chosen son, damn Lord of Hosts.

Dear brother Abram, patriarch to God's
Race sewn since listening he slew the ram
Instead of Isaac evening the odds
With Onan's grasp as he thinks thoughts to damn.

The One laughs gleefully when watching play
Of his sons Esau, hairy first born held
Most high, Above the protected foray,
Who stole birthright from brother blind beheld.

Why must dear brother Abram suffer fate
Of Onan? He is One and keeps Cain's hate.

The Key of it All Sonnet
The Great Key King in hiding over book
To grant son evil impulse sick to hear
By Jews pure sufferers their concepts took
Dread liar God's true poison, I hold deer.

Like black mask man I travel Daath ruled
By tourettes syndrome visions granted sons.
His megalomaniacal boors fooled
To think his Tannhauser was useless puns.

That night of Heavy Metal fuzzy screen
I brought to television red with sleaze
Of woman's bodies displayed deemed unclean
By son then giving up his fetish tease.

That cubenzie dread ergot mixture war
On Gedulah Have A Nice Life Flash more.

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		Dark Poetry 2



		Devotional In the darkest hour of each night I wait for the power to show the light Suffocation feeds the barren soul Turning that heart to blackest coal I need you here, so close to me To feel the wisdom and to see Count the minutes ticking by Feeding off each of their putrid lies “Find the Lord,” they say so sweet Just more flesh to covet, such fresh meat Why do so many fall within the masses Separating each by such dreary classes? Can they not see their god is fake? Fashioned by the few for their own sake But I know my ruler is that fierce one Who counts that sin is over and done I call to him and know my life Is in his hands and there will be no strife I say his name high and low My devotion strengthened and continues to grow Lilith Satan The horned one walks slowly onto the platform. Despite his obvious weight he makes no sound. He is encircled in a pulsing and ever changing, moving sphere of deep red light. The eyes of the assembled followers lock in awe at his appearance, at his form, at his face. There is a breathless hush everywhere. He looks towards his followers; his face alight; fiery, passionate; rewarded by their demonstrated and intense devotion. Then comes a sound. It starts with a low rumble and quickly escalates to an almost unbearable cacophony of noise and screaming. Two people have already collaped, his very presence too much for their simple earthly minds to bear. Acknowledging his followers for a second time, the presence points his horn directly towards them........ then puts it to his lips and plays on the golden trumpet the most exquisitely sweet and beautiful ballad any of them had ever heard. Regmon After Death Experience Slave to IV Created from Adam's ribs Eve Next to Lilith most evil conceived. Cursed man once free Drew psychic energy Took that knowledge apple out of tree. Good and evil brought from heaven Never again pure as number seven. Limitless light Carried by sight Of Lucifer seeking Nahema's end. Prey to Watchers fallen from stations. Raped earth's daughters, shunned By parents, disowned. Brunt of burden grown. They bore children of damned ones. Inokeyin Sex Magick The Key to Youranus John Dee and Edward Kelley were more Than just scribe and seer, things stored In dark hierarchies Of Crowley's sleaze. Contacting archangelic feces lords. Opening and expanding gates. Ruling over disciples' anus fates. Among the four angles Crowley's seed spangled. Stick his key in to trigger states. He taught OTO Thelemites how To put book of law on altar and bow. Taught to bend over So he could juice her. Sex magick dear as The Golden Bough. Ode to a Bad Trip I took a trip across a bridge between Sensation and illusion, Ganymede Near mnemon, black Lethe, forgetful queen, Lysergic acid diethyl amide. By mirrors circumposed, I unveiled fates, Transfixed as one Narcissus held by pond Beheld unfathomable duplicates, Conscious of ego, alien, beyond. Our predecessors, Adam, Lilith, Eve, No more to God than gnats of same earth formed, Deceived by dreams that Eden did conceive Them lords to give translucent names that swarmed And changed with origins unknown by all, Since language unity omniscient split. Transmogrifying conduits names fall Before creation's influx infinite. Souls, evanescent sparks assuming shape Liquescent, fed by lucent astral rays. Ascending nascent forms split shells escape From womb descending obsolescent ways. Myself, illusion born, reflection's sum, Forgotten underneath skies nebulous Ecstatic freed from mortal coil grew numb Above life's labyrinth as Icarus I soared, but lacked consent from Azrael. Still bound by matter, flight's swift fleeting flame Extinguished, caught within blind storm I fell Downward in maelstrom, hence to nadir came. Refulgence, mere refraction soulless seat Of mirrored self's sojourn, reflecting nil. Attempting freedom from morass, effete, By empty shells contained, I sank more still. Miasmic images replenished space Of Psyche vacated by vision's doom Whence demon lost psychosis showed his face. Errabam et nunc ego nihil sum. Exsuperatorius Invictus Commodus To call them animals demeans demons Of souls so deep to call Lucifer's lust. They pray and the gods answer their summons. Dread demagogues to bring empire to dust. Sick evil against sickly evil sty. Words emperor wrote wild destroyed nobles Of gladiators literate who die Long after orgies of blood fill fables. Dread Commodus trained bodily by dire Soon dead great gladiators put to pyres. More deadly still his mind bred, trained by sire Grandfather giving birth through incest fires. He took in glory of fights once sleighted domes Against black pride while Onos similar To father also falls to catacombs While his stepbrother's head stood higher far. In vomitoreum blond beast tended By retinue died flamingo upchuck The way it in circumstances ended Like choking on too much overcooked duck. When dead you may search astral plane barren To find midst desert his fortune fake coins, To lure retinue to damnation's den Fools trying to conquer Invictus loins. Both Commodus and Onos take under Their meals, idiots seeking to conquer Mighty Jove's blasphemous deadly thunder Of mortal gods spoken of in slight verse. Genesis of Qliphoth Damned Cain, first born, brought fruits of soil, no heed. Good shepherd brought first born of flock loved most. Damned Cain's hate lured to field red brother's need To damn lord's chosen son, damn Lord of Hosts. Dear brother Abram, patriarch to God's Race sewn since listening he slew the ram Instead of Isaac evening the odds With Onan's grasp as he thinks thoughts to damn. The One laughs gleefully when watching play Of his sons Esau, hairy first born held Most high, Above the protected foray, Who stole birthright from brother blind beheld. Why must dear brother Abram suffer fate Of Onan? He is One and keeps Cain's hate. The Key of it All Sonnet The Great Key King in hiding over book To grant son evil impulse sick to hear By Jews pure sufferers their concepts took Dread liar God's true poison, I hold deer. Like black mask man I travel Daath ruled By tourettes syndrome visions granted sons. His megalomaniacal boors fooled To think his Tannhauser was useless puns. That night of Heavy Metal fuzzy screen I brought to television red with sleaze Of woman's bodies displayed deemed unclean By son then giving up his fetish tease. That cubenzie dread ergot mixture war On Gedulah Have A Nice Life Flash more. loganleviterry





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