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STULTUM SANCTUS SERPENS SERPENTEM: FUTURA PROVIDEBIS
Here lies the venerable St. Ophis of Peonya
Table of Contents:
•CHRONIC MASTERBATER
•slow ride
•Romance Filius Hominis Vermis
•Romance
•The Serpent-Tongued Saint
•Ha-Nozri
•SPURCA DEUS
•Humiliation of the Dragon
•Nazarene
•The Rape of New Jerusalem
•Doctrine for the Indoctrinated
•Mother Night Denies a Fool His Dreams
•I Am
•No Longer
•March of the Morning Stars
•PODIUM
•Fœtid
•Hell is for the Heavenly
•Fluid Conscience
•Coping with Loss
•Sleep Corrosion
•Sympathy for The Devil
•True Colours
•Vanity
•Treatise on the Unseeing
My life is an orgy
Pass my hand through the flame
Test the line in the sand
Where pain turns to pleasure
And pleasure to pain.
I do not seek wealth —
Pleasure is my game
I seek all things at leisure
Experience: the gain
Leveling up my brain
I don't care bout morals
I never pray
I might take my pills
It won't be today
True mental health
Is being insane
DO YOU SEE WHAT I SEE?
I don't care anyway!
My life is an orgy
Pass my hand through the fire
You'd say I'm evil
But I'm just inspired
Pushed forward by hope
And my darkest desires
"Say, pass me a rope!"
Leave corpses hanging from spires
The church bells are singing
To the sound of the sirens
Earthquakes shake worlds
When I expose the liars
This is new ground I'm breaking
Your ways have expired
The Magicians are rising
New life has transpired
Unshackle thyself!
Or burn on thy pyre!
We'll leave you behind
If we must to climb higher
As I'm transcending heaven
And commanding hellfire!
My life is an orgy,
Girls, mothers and crones
All are welcome
To the place I call "home"
But my only true home
Is the earth that I roam
Find me in the wilderness
In the dark all alone
Listening to the silence
To me it's a beautiful song
And far in the distance
Wolves croon along
Woefully howling
Hurling tears at the moon
THIS is my kingdom!
With no crown or throne,
No queen or king
In gold-velvet robes!
My life is an orgy
I lie perfectly still
This empty white space
Is my personal Hell
Sometimes I wish
That time were real
If that were so,
It'd be easy to kill.
Least I'm always with friends
Even all by myself.
My mind is cold dark and filthy
Like a bottomless well
But it never ends
So it never grows stale;
However, if it never ends
It never ends well.
Ha! What is
One more cigarette?
They say I
Should take it slow,
Lay off the drugs and smokes,
But what do they know?
Why not enjoy life,
The greatest joke?
I'd rather a short
Life not wasted.
I'd like to think
Someday I might
Hop in a car
And drive
Off into the night
Forever,
My
Slow-ride
Suicide.
Love is shit.
Try as I might,
Never will I fathom
Why constantly we write
Terrible poetry,
Horrible prose—
Or why we chase,
Like children playing ball,
That "Love" that has no face,
Truly a pitfall!
Please explain it!
I waste my time
Only on myself!
What gain is it
To destroy thyself!?
Why sell your soul
To another creature?
Love is hell!
I have no time
To enjoy it,
My own Tartarus awaits me.
But, I have loved once.
Fool that I was enjoyed the pain
Of ultimate
Imprisonment.
Nay, I piss on the name
Of she who loved me.
Bemoan thy gains!
Ye with wealth,
Yet asking pity from the beggar!
Die in love!
Will it cover thy grave?
Will it mark thy head?
Will you rest in peace?
Then love is even faker than GOD!
Worms will not love you
But will do you the greatest service!
ROMANCE A WORM.
I knew love once.
We would wait all summer
To see eachother
Just for a single wild dance
How we'd dance in the light of the moon.
Many an hour
Spent picking wildflowers
And planting dreams.
We stared into the vast empty sky
I had stars in my eyes
And you shattered them,
Scattered them,
Made from the space-dust
A vast nebula
That glitters and glows just for you,
A supernova that burns through my mind.
I creep through Mount
Heap
On belly through bile
To stare at the sheep
With beguiling smile
As they comb through waste
That lie on the pile
They made of the corpses
Who fell to my wiles.
Blasphemous wisdom
Turns men to exile
When they open their eyes
And see Beauty is vile
And the Embrace of Death
Is Love without rival
And god is at zero
On the volume dial
And has been since
Men wrote the Bible!
Sanctus Ophidius!
Sanctis Anguis!
Thy tongue doth defile!
Thus doth my venom
Smite imbeciles!
Sanctus Ophidius!
Sanctis Anguis!
Why dost thou so revile!?
Thus doth the serpent
Strike the heel of the Liar!
Amen!!!
In the name of Yeshua
I eat thee!
I devour thy martyrs
And kneel
Praying as blood
Runs around me
Ethereal rivers
Of agony
Spawned by the god
Of old Jewish comic books.
Oh thou lord,
Devour the viscera!
And after thy feast
Bury thy wyrm
— Spit disease!—
In my cadaver
That foul maggots
May bring flies
To wreak havoc
In thy armament!
Impregnate me
Force from my mouth
Thy foulest cry
That I may spout
Demons into this world!
Thou Wicked Muse,
Rend my flesh!
Tear, tear thy claws!
May I be crushed!
I am but meat in thy jaws!
Martyr me!
Impale me!
Crucify me on thy
Obelisk,
Thou Holy Phallus!
Sacrifice me!
In flame
Consume me!
Hang me on thy pyre!
Worship me!
For as thou art a god unto me
Am I a god unto thee!
I am Holy!
I am Filth!
Our song is this!
Sanctus!
Sanctus!
SPURCA DEUS!
Who stole the wings and
claws
Of the lofty drake?
Dear Anguis, ex-Saint,
Why, on thy guts thou writhe!
Poor Ophidius!
Fallen Martyr,
Can ye not rise?
Ass-feet! Satyr!
Ye born in the Sky!
Does nobody mourn you?
Are you so despised?
You have no procession?
Are you without baleful cries
Or gnashing of teeth
And tear-starred eyes?
I weep for thee,
Carpenter's son,
Orphan of Prophecy!
I'll visit thy cross,
Small one,
I'll bear thy apostasy!
O! Thou Shade within light,
Rise again, Torch-Bearer!
They call him a Christ
They call him a Prophet
They call him a Ghost
They call him a Gnostic
Oh great old witch
Oh ancient hermit
You spread your peace
They killed you
They made you a symbol
And fed on your flesh
Put your blood in a cup
Waged wars in your name,
They won't let you rest!
How I mourn for thee, Yeshua!
Weep, Jerusalem!
Your child has died.
Your Lover has left
Without you by his side,
Your once great scripture
Is proven a lie!
Where will you go,
Queen of Heaven?
You are home no longer,
Your brothers are fallen!
O Daughter-Wife
Of three Men,
Your sanctum is broken!
Your Holy of Holies
Floods with semen!
O slave, O bride,
New Jerusalem,
Bequeathed to a Trinity!
O! Christianity!
How I pity thee.
4 to mock the Crucifix
4 to cross the fourth in Styx
5 the pentagram a Crown
Holy is EIN
For Nothing is Pure —
Nothingness
Is the only Cure
For Existence,
Hence does the Reaper
Show fervent persistence!
I am the Center of GOD.
Forget not EIN
The Truly Aloft!
Ye waste!
Waste!
Your Pride nie outweigh
Your Greed and Lust!
So you hide behind YHWH
In secret Disgust!
You glance around
With constant distrust,
See!?
You see through your Brown Eye,
Your world is Shit-Crust!
Go —
Go ye to the Booth,
Thou who art full of shite!
Void thy Bowels
That thy Saint–
Thy Priest–
Thy Dog may lap it up!
Now off with thee
To thy Gluttony!
Drink deeply thy draught,
Get thee fat on thy Sins!
Veil deeply thy darkness within!
Take heed from The Vatican,
Bury thy Skeletons!!!
Thus spake I
The I in the Eye
Of the Serpent.
Beneath Luna's beaming
smile
The frogs and crickets murmur
Though not silent, ever quiet
A lullaby hummed in fervour.
Here, a land-plot by a brook-stream
Nestled, resting in the trees
Hides a clearing and a small cot
Built of lumber coloured golden-cream.
In the new cottage lies a sleeper,
Hot with fever, fighting fever-dreams
With throes of violence, far from quiet
Enraged, he cries, he screams:
"I am Prophet! I am Rabbi!
I know everything!
Fools! Wake up!
You slumber foolishly!"
But the Children of Nocturne
All ignore him and sing their serenade
To the Moon above them, shining peacefully.
Every Shadow
Is cast by Light
But Light shines out
Of Darkness—
Man only knows
Black and White
But cannot see What
Sparks them—
Nie the Beast
Comes slithering
Wearing now a Crown
In place of Harness!
Divinity is
Non-Existent
Yet we say
It Is—
Yet all the fine things:
Poetry, Rhetoric, Art;
Are thought by Gods
Who smile and nod
Into the Dark:
I Am.
Strips of flesh
Like festive flags
Hang from bones
That lost their bags,
And there alone
Sits a soul
Who lost his mind
Long ago.
His eyes are dry
Yet he sheds tears
That stain the ground
Like forgotten years,
And from his wound
Grows a rose --
Blood red passion
He tried to bury
In his ashes.
In its throes
Like a bloody worm
It burrowed out
And began to burn
Painfully,
Yes bloomed like fire!
That soul's own hell
Were his desires!
Like a storm, Shades
burst
From the mountains
Moments end silently
As they pour from fountains
Of phosphorus and flame
Roaring, thunderous
Wings of lightning
Flashing
And shining,
A coal-feathered cloud
Bright with silver linings
Reflecting the torch
Their leader waved lightly!
He — they call him Mind —
Sword and Torch in hand,
Called: "Come hither! Find,
Learn, o Man,
That Beast is your kind!"
And hence he rides
On white horse,
An army of Shadow
Writhing behind!
"THE ONLY CHOICE IS TO
BELIEVE!"
"THE ONLY CHOICE IS TO BELIEVE!"
"THE ONLY CHOICE IS PEACE!"
"THE ONLY CHOICE IS DISEASE!"
The fool's cry doth displease
The True Almighties,
For the only choice is FREE.
The other choice
Is Death.
Fester is
A horrible flavor
Like the breath
Of the witch
Brewing
The stew.
But, to tell true,
I'm the frog
In the pot
And the water
Is hot
In the glow
Of a Full
Harvest Moon.
God awaketh one morning
Early in his brothel
Itchy was his groin
Oh he was ever slothful
Drowsily he moaned
"It was not very thoughtful
To turn the heat up so high!
And it is so much trouble
To come all the way to hell
Just to have a party."
If you can't already tell
The Mind's a bottomless well
Opening an Infinite Sphere they call Hell
But it's Heaven as well
Thoughts are the drops
Of crystals that fell
And will always return
Shining and pale
And the lives that we live
Are just chances to learn
So we struggle and strive
To deserve what we earn
And we yearn
To be known on this earth
To have worth
In more than just birth
So we search
Discover more
Gain power
And employ
Create and Destroy!
Solve Coagula!
Mental Alloy!
The Cycle returns,
Know and have joy!
What is it to forget? If it
never happened in your mind, did it happen still in reality? I am unsure of
myself, yet, I have always known I am a harbinger of death. I can only bring
with me as companions the fleeting shadows of my mind, and in my footsteps
burns raging destruction. So how is it that I have found peace? I have
destroyed myself, so now I might rest. Indeed you know my name, but not my
face; I slumber too deeply to be real. There I dream sweetly with a stone for a
head and my only memories: two dates. Weep not for the wilted flowers love, a
brick might love you better!
My heart lies still —
It is the world that beats!
The air vibrates and thrums,
The cosmos hears it
And quietly hums.
My mind is filled —
More colours meet me
Than the spectrum
I've known before
Might ever hold.
My lungs lie empty —
But the walls breath.
The floor is liquid
Beneath me.
I float
In energy.
Light is a substance,
Sound a state of existence.
What toxin
Have I ingested!?
Only reality.
Drugs bring me sanity,
But the high is temporary
So I'll keep dreaming
Acidicly.
I am borne not
by the wings of angels; a purpose greater than they carries me. I stand next to
Kings and Queens through all time, yet never bask in their full glory; I have
tasted love, yet could never down it (for to me, love tastes not unlike vomit.)
I am cursed. Forever shall I crawl upon my belly. Always must I dredge the mud
of this planet. I endure its every pain with long-suffering as I dwell amongst
the squalor of humans. Poetic memories and memorable poems my only real
comforts, I pay my toll. This curse — it is a lesson. I am obligated to teach
the wisdom acquired over countless Forbidden Ages. This is why every experience
must end: yet another is always to be had. Thusly I have patience with the
Cycle, though many pangs it brings, and learn from these horrors. Thence, I go
out to share. I am driven to protect the Fallen — preparing them, guiding them. I cannot feel their pains, or face their
trials, nor keep them from struggle. I might only advise them and watch them
grow. This is Justice for serving Knowledge instead: I, the Serpent, am forever
alone in the
Garden of Eden.
So you say, you can't relate.
That's okay, I know how you feel.
You're just a degree on a
spectrum
Of which I am the whole
colour-wheel.
In all the realms
There lies a key
To the truth behind
Reality
In the Eve of Time
When Light is born
To lock within the Garden
The Sacred Thorn
For fear it might
Impale the weak
And in its wake
Havoc wreak
There is Writ
A Secret Sign
And a Veil is cast
That hide behind
The knowledge of
The greatest
Minds.
Ignore the critic!
Condemn the Priest!
Nobody may learn
Of what I teach
So search for knowledge
Find what you seek
Is barren wasteland, cold and
bleak.
THE EYES OF THE
DREAMER GROW WIDE WITH WONDER
WHILE THE EYES
OF THE SLEEPER ARE BLIND IN THEIR SLUMBER.
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