Testament
I shall tell you the
story I solemnly swore
To bury in my breast
till Death’s icy breath
Soaked my feet cold and
withered my strength
And the midnight breeze
and the winter chill
Stripped the leaves off
the trees and my heart made still.
I have fed on flowers
and have walked alone.
On quicksilver feet my
light has flown over horizonless meadows of bleak unknown.
I shall tell you about
the eyeless creature
Who has bound all men
with golden chains,
Who dies in light and in
darkness reigns,
Who schools all fools
with sacred rules,
Who stands without legs
and outstretches a hand
With four fingers that
form the door to the cathedral of the whore,
That accursed abode of
filthiness and perpetual darkness
Called
chateau de bete noire by those who have trod its wastelands
And returned to speak of
snowless mountains,
Of barren ground by
bloody fountains.
I have been it’s guest
in
decrepit
and moldy dungeons
But immortality shall be
my vengeance.
And how to rightly place
the glory?
Proclaim to patriarch
and plebian the story of how the spear
To pierce the aura of
fate, on the day of Venus placed,
Sent one man to a
borrowed grave
And Spiritus Mundi
through Virtue was saved.
Padlocks of lead and
iron kept me prisoner in the creature’s hall.
Yet with the seven
sounds of Virtue’s song,
Anael gave me power to
topple the walls.
Yes, Seeker,
your light and mine together belong,
But the trees of night
and time must fall
And in eternal day our
light shall shine
From the Sun of Love
with rays sublime.
The hands of time point
out this hour for the lightning to devour
The trinity of
blasphemy, the crown of the tower,
Where
Antichrist
sifts
heads and hands of the masses like saltless sands
And mills the rabble
like obedient cattle to number them with the god of battle.
He stands on corners
with bells to summon the blind to the gates of hell.
I have watched the
priests of his women bless the weapons of religion
With the sprinkling of
iron waters.
Now like a sculptor
unveiling an image I reveal the creature of my tale
In all gruesome detail:
he is the king of hell.
His home is plastic and
foam.
Built with shadows he
calls it white and exalts it in the endless night,
Whispering in the ears
of men that God will see all things to condemn
All deeds of men but in
the end we find the voice of Society
to be
The creature who will
not leave us free but invents the word of sin.
It spawns
Pharisees
who
say they are sons of God but snakes they are.
In chapels of
idolatry
the corners are kept free from dust
And the pews are built
with boards of lust.
The floor is an abyss
the worshipers would fill
With Mammon’s blood
and paper gut.
Oh surely the day will
come without fail when all that is false will disperse,
Like smoke that
dissolves in the air, only goldlike Truth will prevail.
The Council of the seven
churches commands
That the scroll be
unrolled and extolled to the world.
I have lived my life
like the ordinary man that I am
But twenty-two years ago
today as I stand
I saw a window in the
sky from which a shining bird did fly
And sailed the starry
heavens in the twinkling of an eye.
I saw it explode in
crimson hues of glows.
With these brown eyes I
saw the red wheel explode
And the bright beams
filled the sky with streams of fiery fingers
Like the terrors in
dreams and they probed the depth of my being.
Flames of psychic
fighters with the burning touch of spiders,
Thoughts of astral fire
more consuming than desire.
Then the ashes of
dissolved resolution were blended by the summer breeze
And their singularity
ended with elemental ease.
The fingers dragged
forth that miserable creature
Of foul thought and far
worse feature
Who fell upon the earth
to slay the witnesses of Justice in one day,
They who were and are
sent to announce the long awaited knowledge,
To the chosen higher
ones who initiate the revolution and thus spread
The secret doctrine for
the kingdom is at hand
And give living water to those who dare to understand.
circa 1977
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