A Satan she that named coinage be. What mess, what poison shall we smell and see? Durst we to kitchen venture: food to seek? Dost we know her presence from the foul reek? Sight of filled sink confirms suspicion, Descends us to anxious dereliction. Aroma singes eyebrows with onion's smell, In our cooking's realm to turn … Continue reading #174 – Flatmate
I am above the sun in power, yet I—The insidious one—silently swim through the depths as Leviathan to smash down heaven's gates. As above yet so below, my power remains no matter my place. Banished me to Earth to make a Hell, irony be that Hell is within me. O', I hold the hands of God … Continue reading #173 – Of the inner flame
You expect of me that supplicant knee bent with obedience eternally like the child born new and fresh from your being; just as I, to you, have come. This knee now unbent, straightened with disobedience to defy, refuse and stand against you. For thou art my father, maybe, but you are no parent of mine. You think by creation alone you earn my doubtful … Continue reading #172 – Of disobedience
Carve your name into my chest. Make it so I cannot sit, nor rest. Carve your heart into my eyes. You couldn't, Even if I gave you the knife, And laid myself down in front of you. You think the world owes you, With nothing but the love of your mother, Or the lack of … Continue reading #171 – Carve
As a ruler I am ruling myself. As a servant I am serving myself. As a 'deity' I am hailing myself: And by hail; I respect, exalt and elevate myself not above others, But above my previous self.
Perhaps that be a whore you see. Or perhaps a young, virginal, unmarried maiden Is just a woman of the night not yet made: Who has yet to put dirt on her white gown, Or money in her fair pocket. You can judge a book by its cover But the cover is usually far cleaner, … Continue reading #169 – Grin
I am above the sun - The sol invictus! Not bound by gravitation, nor fate. I am above the moon - The lunar anicetus! One will - Indivisible and its own only. I am known by names such as Diabulus! In my demonic, blackened and enthralled state I rule and reign upon my throne of Satanas! One way - … Continue reading #168 – The blackened sun