On 4/8/10, Adam <
adamalkemis@... wrote:
let me add the collection of poems I wrote the way you described.
While writing number 2 I felt a great anger fill me up, and at the last
lines I felt a feeling of supremacy and power. A calmth like: We are in
control.
Number 3 was after Lady Isis had shown me a great volume on chaos magick,
and I learned incredibly much about magic in general and infinitely great
knowledge about Sigils.
1.
in nomine dei nostri satanas luciferi excelsi
We are the shadow on your wall,
we are the clouds in your sky.
We answer to only His call,
by his side none shall die.
We are the scar on your face,
we are the cut on your hand.
You fear our inhuman gaze,
we cast you into the accursed land!
We are the air you breathe,
we are the rain you feel.
Fear when we unite and meet,
from our curse you shall not heal.
So be wise and be afraid!
Thou enemies of Lucifer the great!
Hold firmly to your faith!
For the truth you are too late!
This is the call to freedom at last,
to any of Lucifer's daughters and sons!
Soon will come our final test,
when you hear the anthem of his legions!
2.
Evil itself, in sacred robes hidden,
lies he preaches, of truth he is ridden.
Depraving mankind, from all that is wise,
follow him, and be filled with lies.
Like a beautiful sword, edged with a white jewel,
soothing at first, then he cuts through your soul.
Yahweh! Thou art the deceiver of man!
Ignorant I was, but fight back I now can!
By the power of Father, and those who are with,
we shall cast you down! In Oblivion you sit.
Where your people hope, we shall fight and work.
Be afraid in the light, in the shadows we lurk.
3.
The lady of shining gold,
with a sweet soft voice,
she speaks secrets long told,
of her own willing choice.
Family of our Father in Hell,
granddaughter of Lord Enlil,
Loving sister of Azazel,
A golden throne she does fill!
The lady of Egypt who does smile,
wise and elegant in her step.
Any call to her is worthwhile,
the truth of worlds she does map.
This is but my humble thanks,
to the golden Lady, oh so divine!
A humble poet of Egypt of Hell's Ranks,
I happily honour her presence so fine!
4.
Golden rays from a upon a canyon great,
reflecting this mystical green depth.
To remain within secret his current state,
as for truth it was that he had leapt.
They roam his land, preparing for his war.
And they all are willing to fight so true!
Vigorous and vivid their goal is not so far,
any fatalities they will not so much as rue.
The sun is setting and the gold light shines,
a leader stands so very proud upon the hill.
Seeing his children form up in battle lines,
It seems his wings remain so silently still.
He guides his men,
the gods who teach.
Teaches a big plan,
a wisdom to preach.
He fell from the heavens once,
and he did it with divine pride.
He fought vigorously for his sons,
and now the time to turn the tide.
Father! They scream in great respect.
Lord! They yell in enormous admiration.
Teacher! His wisdom they cannot neglect.
Lucifer! For his golden wings of salvation.
The proud and winged man stands upon the high edge.
He seems to smile for his face the sunset shines upon.
As he sits and spreads his wings on the high ledge,
He sighs and wishes not to lose even a single loved son.
In number 4, I must say I felt the sadness of Father as he sees what has
become of his children. Proud of his warriors, but sad it had to come this
far.
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[url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], "Satanic_viking"
<hecktic_shadow@... wrote:
These were beautful and inspireing. Thanks alot.
I liked the part about Enlil XD and so did he.
Praise Melek Ta'us!
-En Haradren Amlug.
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[url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], "Lord" <lordnoxeroth@ wrote:
After performing a ritual to Satan, i often feel overwhelmed with joy,
and usually get very inspired by his energy. I wrote these poems after a
ritual, I hope you like them. Sometimes it feels as if it is not me
writing them. And yes, i know the Garden Of Eden was not a real place, i
am just using it for metaphorical purposes.
1.
Father Satan,
Lord of the adversarial spirit, harvester of the black flame.
Bring us your infernal wisdom,
for your will is ours.
We are your soldiers in combat, forever fighting your war.
Enki, bringer of light and darkness,
infinite hate and infinite love,
we destroy, in your name, the Christian tyrants, and desecrate their
churches through fire.
May the flames be alight eternally, illuminating us forever.
Azazel, god of music, a gift from Lucifer, we unite under you.
Astaroth, our infernal mother, we unite under you.
Belzeebub, a kind of old, we unite under you.
2. Satan, the spirit of the serpent, challenging us to look where most
do not.
A snake in the garden of eden, not deciteful, but truthful.
God of knowledge and power, forever illuminating us with his fire.
Lucifer, bearer of light.
