It’s not frightening
It’s beautiful
A star
to lead thy way
And darkness
to keep thine safe
Doth don and bring forth the leviathan
The size of them
Behemoth, speak your thunder
Baphomet, let them not
misname you, or misgender
Liken your throne to Gods,
For you are of the creations
of His so-called mistakes
You, born-less
of thy snake
May it be the path of true nature you take
The passage of fear in your wake
Passing through your veins
The passion they have to hate
O’ Horned One
See Hakate
pass by your gait
The shadow of the timeless,
that adorn herself
To wait
O’ beautiful fire, aflame
O’ doth Satan
Does bask in his pandemonium
An empire of warriors bones
Fashioned a throne
A library of ancient knowledge
Possessor of prophets
Maker of the most beautiful
Music and artists
O’ great one
Eating sinners, dripping forth
from your teeth
Let that cunt Dante
write his blasphemy
Watch as this beast
Changes to fit
Nothing but its own
Infernal will
The eternal piro,
anarchist rebel
Let it be done
Only by the left hand
Let it rain
And
Let them drown
It’s as beautiful
As
The
Dusk
and the dawn
The before, and, the
Before that comes after that,
The Sun sets, in
The nothingness
and therefore in the air
In my lungs, inflating
Strangled
by so much
god damned dogma
In pressure
to beat my compition
with my own humanity
Why cant I be divinity
Why am I aware of it
Why do I want it
O’ thoust without Sin
Thou that ist
Faust,
Dear creature, beast of man,
Lover of woman
Take my hand
Don’t be
frightened
It’s so beautiful,
She said
