Lucifer's Eight Arms

Lucifer's Eight Arms
 
while heaven and hell
where engrossed in their own affairs
the light bringer
an incandescent intelligence
was cast down
to this metallic monument of stone
hurled to the depths
mourning star falling
for aspiring
to greater altitudes
the furthest reaches
perhaps some distant
parametric edge
or insensate endlessness
of the northern most realms
Baals glittering throne
 
Lucifer
stellar divinity
mourning light
enemy of evil
gave mankind its foundations
fire, technology
the signatures of spirits
those vey veys
the voodoo
that Jews do
the secret of
the dark speculum
polished obsidian
for scrying
door to arcane gods
and spirits dark
of great power
Solomons instruments of wisdom
demonstrating that man might live in grace
without watering the ground with tears
 
now vanquished in the depths
of labyrinths submerged
and contained in a brass vessel
crypt of sigils
the true names of power
reside
 
as ages rolled over
we lost our depth of mind
became zombies
shadow beings
at first a mystery to our selves
and then the mysteries
became memories
and then even the memories
became dust
no longer could
we conjure or evoke
from the depths
our Jacobs ladder
those Goetic spirits
and Amadel
of angelic powers
our protectors
and sustance
 
are we not perplexed
in deep sea dreams
ephemeral figments
reduced now to
a cross between a fish head
and a fart
at two am in the mourning
lost and bereft of
aladins lamp
leaving men a drift in reason alone
barren religions of flagging faith
desolated
heaven and earth separated
a god absent
based on belief
the words
historic etymology
be-lie-eve
at its very core
it hides its secret for all to see
a lie
 
science of endless calculus
bereft
a one trick pony
rationality
like a sludge hammer
its only tool
which maps the known universe
but understands nothing
about what things mean
like the subtle architecture
of consciousness
and its interconnectedness
to all that there is
which may be nothing
with no physical properties
no volume
no trans-formative elemental substance
energies of light or force
or pulsating quanta
but inventions of consciousness
it self a light
which lacks volume
and physical quality
all of reality mere dreams
by an unknown dreamer
perhaps itself a child of another
 
at the stroke of midnight
the darkest point
in the murkiest age
the Kala Yuga
post modern man
remains conceited
while the world burns
paradise lost
 
Monotheism reigns
in our back water world
millenniums long night
of honor killings
god of the blade
thou shalt not kill
yet all condemned to die
put that in your pipe
slave makers
over bearing pedagogues
god loving war stooges
your god has a bigger dick
while parents
pack up there
shell shocked babies
there little trampled flowers
forced to
plummet to some dark address
tears fluttering
suffused by poison clouds
in shady groves
where they only dare exhale
 
have you not had it yet
with gods mysterious ways
if it quacks like a duck
hello
hell goons
psycho spiritual stasis
toxicity and contagion
of the simplistic
their god
a shrunken form
projection of an incomplete mind
 
those who live by the sword
die by the sword
and those who do not
die anyway
not a leaf falls with out the will of god
are we not all falling
oh man
cast off axioms
of the addle brained
 
oh priests
of petrified ideation's
if you have a real god
look to reality to understand it
do you see mono anything
or do you see binary everything
love hate
macro micro
life death
creation destruction
as above so below
the tao
male female
 
no your god
can not make you whole
with out her
for she is all of space
creator of all form
our human women
vessels of the goddess
who you have
conveniently subtracted
and profaned
for vainglories sake
 
the universe it self
a multitude of powers
from hells deep shocks
and dismal woe
to adorations from the queen of heaven
and the sacred temple prostitutes
now made profane
by goody goody minds
shames children
a vice of knives
solar heroes they think
while high minded and ignorant
 
the synoptic religions
feeding frenzies of dogma
beatings of submission
mouldering skeletons
of the abyss
sucking blood loving bats
all dressed up
in Don Trump
plush red power ties
made in china
where indentured servants
in state hell mills
are worked to death
 
while others
prim men
pretending to love
god
all ostentatious actors
spiritual materialist
fearing hells abyss
outwardly proud
in self righteousness  
performing public adorations
while in secret rooms
diddle themselves
under shadows guilt
blasphemy of gloating piety
begrudging the pleasure of others
there guiding light
 
there true god
a demon of obedience
bes-tower of agony
ensuring
you gota suffer now
so you don't have to suffer later
dividing man from himself
All of them covering there heads
to obstruct the gifts of wisdom
and freedom
blocking the rays of Luciferic light
and insight
shitting in there own hats
every-time they put them on
so they may remain undistracted
by their gods commands
having forgotten
that they themselves
made them up
pious shit heads
that they are
 
oh Lucifer bright one
i stand before you
embraced by eight
the number of Majick
in arms that proliferate
the true will
Lucifers eight arms
amen
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