Posts Tagged ‘Gnostic’

Laurel (v2)

Oh, this thunderstorm here is no surprise
Lilith is for the hunt and she smells blood
Saving the grace of the Children of Sunrise
Fugitives of the left hand’s grasp of Ehud.

I was raised to sit down, listen and obey
And though these shackles were strong enough to hold a mountain
It came down to traits I simply cannot feign
‘Cause that voice in my brain filled up with pain is now shouting.

Oh those whackers!
Don’t they love it when snakes crawl beneath the grass?
Those mother rockers!
Don’t they love it better how it was then in the past?
They do, they do, they do!
Cause every prince needs a trophy princess to set on display
They need their mechanical mannequins to advertise their victory
To boast their ego as their golden halo’s glow beams blindingly like the sun
I don’t think these majestic pimps need a golden rod but rather a golden gun.

La-la-Laurel
When are you going to stop these men from claiming us as prizes?
Maybe when the stream of the Rose Sisterhood rises
Not until then, not a minute earlier, not an instant later.

Oh, this rattle noise here is not uncommon
Eris is looking for harmony and finds none
Unravels the principles of events to summon
Being sanctuary to those in need of a home.

I was molded by fire, steel and diamond cut
And though these pillars were designed to keep my monster confined
It came to the point that the weight abrupt
The pontifical colloquial symmetries of this cyclical cylindrical sine.

‘Cause every ruler needs a maiden maid right by their side
They need their long string puppets to put a on a good spectacle
And all the mistress they can get for the when world seems just a bit empty
For when their servants contravene after the fact they cannot find any sympathy.

La-la-Laurel
When are you going to stop these men from claiming us as prizes?
Maybe when the stream of the Rose Sisterhood rises
Not until then, not a minute earlier, not an instant later.

Oh how they ride inside their modern day cortege
As they always seem to be late for their own funeral
Well I should apply for a brand new confident entourage
One never knows about those things that might become ephemeral.

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Absurdum Excedunt

Void, when the spiral closes
Just a vast of endless darkness
Like being buried in charcoal
But gravitationally weightless.

When all science fails
And the conclusion’s flawed
All of the mathematical method
Spurs like blots across the drivel.

Incongruent and inconsistent
Where’s the strict impeccable exposition?
For those who are dull minded
Like moths drifting towards the bright.

Eternity and energy in a fragile vessel
How can you sustain such accumulation?
Myths and mysteries drawn in numbers
Where the true enlightenment slumbers.

Singular Purpose

Dimwits own the world
Damn the day they were given a voice
Dumbfucks rule it all
Damn the day they were given a choice.

“So much potential wasted
Contained in my low self-worth”
She says to me with tears on her eyes

I’m self-destructive
My arrogance is brutally honest
Fuck the god in all of us!
As useless as the one above this world.

My agnostic thoughts contrast my belief
How can I be another stupid atheist?
This knowledge cannot fill the gap in my soul
I’m feeling the fragility of being a human.

Share my story in order to gain wealth
Make me useful, sell my soul to y’all
I don’t care, take it, just take it all
Free me from this excessive freedom/boredom!

I cannot find my singular purpose
To rape all of you with my every lie
Come, come out and give me the choice
Maybe I need to feed the shadow inside.

To make peace with the demons that lurk
And accept the things I cannot change
I’d be bending spoons, but all I have is a fork
Which I use to stab the nerves in my brain.

Ignis

Softly bathe me in your fire
Purify all of my desires
From that touch of your silk skin
To the infinites of my own being.

Afflicted by the reality of this realm
I run and hide under your wings
You intone so delightful and so calm
You redefine the elements of being.

Touch me with your fiery fingertips
Confine me within your golden halo
Just to feel your glow and warmth
I promise to never let go.

Slowly submerge me in your fire
To distill all of my desires
Just a kiss from your holy lips
And a shake of those wicked hips.

Aggrieved by the cruelty of this world
I run to cover behind your tail
Your chant’s so pleasant and so poised
You redefine the fundaments of one’s self.

Caress me with your blazing hands
Restrain me within your angel horns
Just to feel your glow and warmth
With you I always go strong.

Ignis, significant to my singing
You signify my everything…

Shun Spirit Sanctum

Feeling the attraction to exhume it all
Itching for the invitation calling of its voice
The surge concealed in the inner stall
Subtracts the objective goal of a given choice.

Appealed by the desire to depict it all
Anxious for what’s concealed under the veil
Baffled with the retort of these parables
Bewildered by the perplexity concocting the trail.

A pattern is set for the naked eye to see
For what’s supernatural and what to believe
Pressed on the surface for the iris to bleed
Limited reasoning for what’s there to conceive.

Take a leap of faith into the infinite possibilities
The simplest of paradoxes in contradictory truths
Fix the piece in its place to face the one true reality
The answers most times lie beneath what’s occult.

I’ve written a poem inspired by the world’s politics, science and religions.

The Satanic but Divine

Don’t need to show me your power
I’ve seen the twist and the falling
Go praise your lord and your father
I’ve presence the words distorting.

I’m…
One step away from becoming one
One with the root of all evil
Come teach me, to understand
How’s to sink to your level.

Your love for hate
To conquer and divide
For heaven’s sake
The satanic but divine.

Don’t need to reach to your tower
I’ve heard the hiss and the slithering
Go praise your god and your master
I’ve presence the truth’s withering.

I’m…
One step away from becoming one
One with the root of all evil
Come teach me, to understand
How’s to sink to your level.

Your love for hate
To conquer and divide
For heaven’s sake
The satanic but divine.

Your faith is a joke
One that is not that funny
As one begins to choke
With your lust for the money.

Your science and logic
To turn leads into gold
That forbidden magick
That sheds from the mold.

I’m…
One step away from becoming one
One with the root of all evil
Come teach me, to understand
How’s to sink to your level.

Your love for hate
To conquer and divide
For heaven’s sake
The satanic but divine.

The sign is a symbol
A piece of the triad
The sound of the cymbal
The spine of the dyad.

Suma Soma

This is a godless empire
Attempting to have a deity at the pinnacle
For the things that transpire
Go beyond the laws of exchange’s principle
But since you’re a belligerent retard
You laugh at the jokes shown on the TV
Drunk in your obtuse absurdity
You can’t see past beyond what others see.

Let’s kill the one, the hundreds and thousands
As you drown in sorrow, they swim in presidents
And as such things never come without precedence
Would you be willing to sit down or take a stance?

This is a fiendish kingdom
Attending the dim revelations of the oracle
They’re not so random
Goes beyond the point that they’re cynical
But since you’re an imprudent idiot
You ignore all the hints shown on the TV
High in your absurd idiosyncrasy
You can’t see past beyond what others see.

Let’s kill the one, the hundreds and thousands
As you stare there in horror, they kill their residents
And as such things never come without precedence
Would you be willing to walk away or take a stance?

Try to read between the lines
Of what you are being told
Try to see beneath the lies
Of what you are being sold.

I mean, just try a little, by god’s sake…
I mean, just how long will it take…?

Try to ascend a little
Try to push open your third eye
Jesus, Joseph, and Mary!
Try to see through the goddamn lies.

So you see them as saints
The children of the devil
They touch and they taint
The rod in which all is leveled.

The golden abyss is soon to come
When the red sun marries the white moon
Come take a good look and then you’ll see
You’re a slave of a faith you wouldn’t conceive.

Come on Moloch, divine rectifier
Come swallow the children of Solomon
For those who ignore the crucifier
Have become the cursed spawns of Amon.

Abide by the word of the Thelema
Abide by the whole of the law
Bow down to the seal of the Oroboro
That encircles the sigil of love.