Poem comp 1

 The Light Descends 

From the Sky comes The Angelic power of Apathy

Disfigured and screaming and beautiful as the Mythical Dawn before mankind

And He tells me “I love you I love you”

And with each word thousands of worlds perish 

As he licks the tears from the face 

And with great speed arose the Angelic Power of Dysphoric Mania and delirium from the grey sea like a Mist

Beautiful and pale his wings embedded with the faces of suicides

And he tells me “Relax Relax Let go Dissolve in Ein Sof”

With the Grasp of my throat plunging me into the Ocean drowning me in it’s cold watery depths

“Relax Relax Let go” 

Let go

Be free 

And with Hellish screams arises The Horetchet, Goat headed Prophet of man from the Black abyss of my Drowning

Freeing me from my own fate

And finding a new fate

“Look into me, Dear Brother, wear my decapitated head and see through my eyes be my Acephale.”

I see you

I see you

I see you

I see myself

In your eyes

In my eyes

You are me, I am you

And the Light Descends.

The Light in the Lab

The light in the lab is Dim

Candles flicker and hither

And The Magus is tracing Invoking pentagrams

Inviting the Celestial Source

The Corpse of God

Where all things came

The Magus is sitting in a Circle with a water pipe

Calcinating the Soft Philosopher’s Stone Distilling the Smoke, Transmuting the Vapour in Aqua Turning it into God’s Spirit and Inhaling the Vapor Spiritus Dei

Transforming himself in Himself

The Kingdom of God is Inside you

A Preacher is Orating in the Temple of Mundanity

Grant thee 10000 dollar seed and thy shalt be blessed by the Lord 

A False Prophet is Orating in the Temple of the People

I grant thee thy Falsely called Revolutionary Suicide 

A Priest is selling out his faith and false Humanism

This is my Body and Blood consume in remembrance of me

A Magus is Drugged up and stumbling in a Suit and overcoat 

His throat slashed and beheldent to the Solaris

Agia o Revolucion

Rev-o-lucion 

Revolucion!

Alleluia 

The Kingdom is not outside but inside

And God is but a Mirror 

And Satan and God Shall fight for your soul

You will not be able to comprehend one from another

Until you rot 

On the Staircase in the rain 

With shots riddling your corpus meum

With that you will see that the Kingdom is inside of you.