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Visions of Lucifer

I have failed you, I know
Being homely in old age, and fat
And poor... yet what I have you do not want me to have.
I came to you, oh Northern King,
And I asked for my meat, for such was vile what you did.
You told me, "Only after I die."
Yet that was only a false memory, a shadow,
And here I am, wondering which of my memories are real...
I saw your grandson's face in the mirror
And saw you do time magic at my Pop-Pop's stoop.
When will these memories fade?
When will I have my real life back?
I saw you push him out of the tree
I saw you make love to your sister
And I saw you speak to the kings...
It is your face I see in the mirror every time
With coal black eyes.
Dreams they are... dreams they shall be.
You made many enchantments around me
As from youth, Assyrian Women came
With their children, and cast spells around me
And then Philistines and Egyptians and Moabites
And Ammonites, and Ethiopians until I had befriended them.
What was the cause? You hurt me.
Youth I was, you took me into the bedroom
And sold my soul---I had no choice in the matter.
You made me sign a contract, I could not but sign
For you would kill me. Do I not get to live life too?
Those were only false memories though...
Of you. And I have those sordid thoughts instead of my own
As I bury myself in poetry, trying to stay your blasphemous screed
From my mind... quantum entangled with you
You wish to cut off my nose and my brother's
For what? Because you foolishly attached yourself to me?
I shall show you, you went the way of Cain
And destroy you... you know how I wage war.
I shall kill all the vile opinions you put in me
And slay them to the child...
I shall destroy their cities, and raise the Roman Highways in me to the ground.
On who, Assyrian King, has not your vileness passed continually?
This internal war I wage with Lucifer, and not external.
External, I shall snatch the souls from your fire
And teach them how to be kind once again.

Memories

The Modern Scholar says, taking books
Back to the days of Carthage, and earlier,
"When were the Youths not ravels?"
Certainly, the poets crying about virtue
Need not be harkened to, or the historians
Who saw a marked decline in Roman Vigor
When the Idols of Greece were brought to pique
And they were worshipped with their games and circuses,
Their plays and orgies, their rapes and child molestations
Their murders and thefts. Of course, Rome lasted
Long with these things happening every day
Where every unusual crime was perpetrated...
But of course, the historian quotes the poets
Talking about the ravel youth in all ages---
Which just goes to show the decline of each generation
Until God gave Rebirth to Europe, purified it
And brought such felicity that never existed before 
And quite possibly ever after, until Christ reigns again for one thousand years.

On Who Goes to Heaven

That's not for us to know, who is saved and who isn't. We're simply to proclaim the Law of Christ, and the Gospel. It'd be a better world with Christ's law, than without it, and for those who have broken it, need Christ's blood shed as their sacrifice. But, Bishop might be right, because Ezekiel says that the other nations will cling to Israel at the last days, and be saved through them. It's a mystery. But Christ is the only way, and all other ways are thieves and liars. So the nations may come to believe, through us and our example. Or perhaps the Levitical Laws concerning slavery apply, that they'll be bondservants in the kingdom, instead of freemen. So long as they don't resist the gospel. As that's blaspheming the Holy Spirit. Jesus does say--less known--those who are not against us, are for us.

Madalyn Murray O’Hair

“I'll tell you what you did with Atheists for about 1500 years. You outlawed them from the universities or any teaching careers, besmirched their reputations, banned or burned their books or their writings of any kind, drove them into exile, humiliated them, seized their properties, arrested them for blasphemy. You dehumanised them with beatings and exquisite torture, gouged out their eyes, slit their tongues, stretched, crushed, or broke their limbs, tore off their breasts if they were women, crushed their scrotums if they were men, imprisoned them, stabbed them, disembowelled them, hanged them, burnt them alive.

And you have nerve enough to complain to me that I laugh at you.”

And I say to you, your ilk does the same when they get into power.
That's not religion's fault, it's just human nature.
Of which, true religion's the best elixir against.

The Ego Machine

Love is just for sex, marriage just for me
Please, my beauty beauty, touch not my moneies.
I cannot trust anyone, so I subsist on stale self love
For there is no one on this earth but me, who I really want to trust.
I feel only for myself, and am detached from the world
The only thing I want, is my own self love's pearl.
I search deep down the ocean, I dive down the same
I shuck that oyster called my life, and for this I'm not ashamed.
My ego is my only friend, my own self love my journey
Give me one good vibe my love, I'll make you need a tourni
To keep your bleeding heart from pouring into mine
For the only love I have my love, is for me and not for thine.