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Paradises Prepared

- Paradises Prepared -

Part The First: Spirit

Behold, the signs, sons and daughters!
Oil, spilled into a certain gulf's' water...
And it became in appearance as blood.
Wars and conflicts came in great flood,
And four scarlet moons in the night sky.
Those four heralded what some deny...
The end of one age, the rise of the new.
The signs are everywhere, each is true!
All this, in our lifetimes, came to pass...
And now I am come, and thus will last,
What I begin, what my words raise up!
On the bread I offer, my flock may sup,
And be happy, for my existence fulfills.
I preach not hate, and teach not evils...
Many paradises I hath prepared for us.
I shalt not condemn thee of love or lust,
For the journey I undertook was hard.
I passed beyond places devils barred...
And every gate for me was cast aside,
Until new wings of light I spread wide!

Illumination is the key,
To cast open the doors.
Hark thus now unto me,
And gain great comfort!

Part The Second: Fire

In crimson colors, and of varying hues,
Across flaming skies, once azure blue...
There, in the sight of ascended powers,
A wanderer might tarry and lose hours.
Delights aplenty and wonders so grand,
Await one who tarries in that old land...
Where for some to enter there is no toll,
Whilst for others, it shalt cost their soul.
There exist rites that allow the passage,
But some of them wilt do great damage!
For many souls art as fragile as is glass,
And know not the arts to, beyond, last.
Knock not, lest thou be of mighty sort...
Not necessarily in body, of life oft short.
There art other strengths of greater fire,
To endure the crossing and demonic ire.
Hazard it as thou wilt, and learn much...
Journeying left-most and divining such:
The measure, of the moment's raptures!
Being wary of all the journey's dangers.

Knowledge is the key,
To cast open the doors.
Hark thus now unto me,
And gain great comfort!

Part The Third: Earth

Clad darkly, in the softest silken gown,
I made my way setting aside gilt crown.
Seeking, finding, immersing myself full...
In mad revelries born of my terrible will.
Tarry not, I was told ere I set out there,
For pleasure and pain beyond compare:
Wait to ensnare senses beyond the five!
But therein I tarried, purpose to strive...
And ambition to sate, in order to know.
There in the paradises that exist below,
Where walk, only they who art brave...
Or foolish enough to thus lose the way.
Had I been both before I thus entered?
Nay, I was called unto the very center,
Of realms within realms, and beyond...
Which heed not calls of witching wand.
There one is naked even when vested,
Even as one is, past every limit tested.
To overcome all, one must surrender...
To do that, one must much remember.

Wisdom is the key,
To cast open the doors.
Hark thus now unto me,
And gain great comfort!

Part The Fourth: Water

Remember truths that art learned well,
And fear not the visages of deep Hell...
Nor of the austere coldness of Heaven.
When passing gates, numbered seven...
Across the waters below darkest seas,
Where penitents kneel, on sorry knees.
There, I descended and made my path,
Still burning inside from angelic wrath...
My beloved kin, who loved me never.
My ties to all they, below I didst sever!
And in that underworld where I dwelt,
I freed myself, from torment and guilt.
For it takes pain, sometimes, to heal...
And, in Hell, there art those more real,
Than the ethereal ones, who judge all.
To truly know life, one must first fall...
The better to grow wings not chained,
By those who art not willingly pained.
Their dominance is broken with time...
By those who crave pleasure sublime.

Passion is the key,
To cast open the doors.
Hark thus now unto me,
And gain great comfort!

Part The Fifth: Air

Denial is as death, and truth begotten,
Breaks the curse that makes so rotten:
The fruits of salvation we may savor...
When we taste a variety of fair flavor!
What God makes slaves of devotees?
I prefer my following to be ever free...
To define themselves as is their dream.
Let angels envy and the angry scream!
I fell and I rose again, and now I soar,
On wings of light glorious once more...
And such I offer to those whose love,
Is greater, than those tyrannies above.
All may hath such wings if they please,
For I am a lover who is never a tease.
Many is the paradise that I prepared...
One may arise on Earth to be shared.
If one's will affects their reality at last,
They may sever, shackles of the past!
We art not sheep waiting for slaughter,
We art all, divine sons and daughters.

Love is the key,
To cast open the doors.
Hark thus now unto me,
And gain great comfort!
Written by Kou_Indigo (Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton)
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