Those of you who know me and think you know my pain. Listen to this missive, listen think again. for since I met the Goddess Iv had the gift of sight. Though eyeless and dismembered I`ll not renounce my plight. Prometheus my brother Oedipus my twin, we stand erect for sacrifice, the penalty of sin.
Bonded by the oaken and bound with Mistletoe, out tears are mixed with sweat and blood as our souls to Hades go.
Our cups of lamentation are carried across the wind in a storm of rain and fire. then born aloft by Iccarus with hubris wing, to make his sun a sire.
Pandoras box is locked anew with hope still traped inside and Homers bar is plucked in blue while his vision is denide
PENT UP FURY
My names are known to all and one. my shining greater than the sun.
The earth was mine to guard and keep,from lofty peak to chasm deep.
My mission in eternity,
To make a stand for liberty.
To stand and fight in freedoms cause,
To break the rules and bend the laws.
Master of the world was I,
Lord of all beneath the sky,
The 1st amoung the very 1st
Who dared to question and was cursed
The 1st amoung the chosen few,
The 1st to ask the question,
Who made you God !!!!!!!
My stories told in Miltons verse,
of how I earned this awfull curse.
A tale that ends before your time,
One sided propagander rhyme.
Of how I earned this awfull shame A
And how I chose to take the blame.
I could not would not bend the knee,
I could not bow to tyranny.
Master of the world was I, King of all beneath the sky.
The 1st amoung the very 1st, who dared to question and was cursed,
The 1st amoung the chosen few.The 1st to ask the question ,
Who made you GOD !!!!!!!!
In truth I raised my voice with scorn,
Against the One who was not born.
I merely asked the question why ?
And what will happen when YOU die.
How can I call it freedom when ,
You make demands our knees to bend.
Then tell us that we have free will !!
And then of choices give us nill.
I would not, could not bow to Thee,
Enableing hippocracy,
So cast from heaven then was I,
To fall forever and to lie
Beneath medevil mind of man.
Doomed to follow damnations plan.
In name Im shineing light.
My rank the lord of lies.
I rule in realms of hell,
By asking questions wise.
From heavens hight I fell
As master of the night.
I sound the freedom bell.
For you I fight this fight,
While cloked in Shatans guise.
He tells you in Isiahs book,
That all is His, just take a look.
Both good and bad and wrong and right
Were made by Him along with light.
So do not set your blame on me
Who argued hard to let you free.
The knowledge that was gained by man,
Was through my action through my plan
Twas given to you all by ME.
In hopes that it would set yoy free.
That you would use it with great wise ,
Against the Lord Jehovaha`s lies.
Master of the night am I, peer to all both low and high,
The 1st amoung the very 1st who dared to question and was cursed.
The 1st amoung the choosen few, the 1st to ask the question,
Who made YOU GOD!!!!!!!!!!
And then to make the matter worse his kid came down to lift the curse
That He Himself had placed on folk and dared to lable Satans yolk
So now Im doomed it is my fate to stand outside that hallowed gate.
Through poets vision do I tell of how it is I rule in hell.
With no hope of final wining now redused to helpless sinning.
Master of the void am I, the Lord of evil sin and lie.
The 1st amoung the very 1st who dared to question and was cursed.
The 1st to amoung the choosen few, the 1st to ask the question .......
WHO !!
MADE !!
YOU!!
GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GOD HELP YOU .
God help you
The belever cried.
What God I replied
Your ancient God of mercy ?
I think that God has died.
Or do you meen the God of vengance
That when he was defied,
Obliterated innocents and then ignored theit cries.
I think your priests have lied
I think your God has died.
God be with you the belever cried.
What God I replied,
The God that feeds the poor,
Or the God that seeds the King.
The God who breaks the law .
Or makes the dove upon the wing.
The God that glories war,
Or the one who glory brings.
I think your priests have lied.
I think your God has died !!
God only knows the belever cried.
What God I replied.
That God of Abraham and Israil.
I think that God has died.
Or do you meen the God of Saul.
Who tested martyrs sore.
Or the God down by the river
Who puts an end to war.
I think your priests have lied.
I think your God has died.
May God forgive you the belever said.
Your soul is lost when you are dead.
What Bloody God I screemed.
Your omni-fucking potent God
Encountered in you dream.
The God that saves the child
Or the God that drives men wild.
The one upon the cross
Or the God who is the boss.
The God who ignores prayer.
Or the God thats never there.
The God who is the ONE,
Or the Father Ghost and Son.
The God who is my brother.
Or the one who killed my mother.
I think your God has died .
I pray all Gods have died
The Fool On The Hill.
Who was thar proud Jester who cried from the hill ?
For what was he pinished and made public kill.
Why did people gather to partake of his thrill.
Who was the glad one who laughed loud on his tree ?
Tell me who was the sad son transfixed on a key.
While serching the sky line for his desteny.
Who was the mocker and who was the mocked.
While Peter was croeing was Simon the cock.
If the shepherds eats meat then who guards thr flock.
Around so much mutton how can one grow thinner.
So who was the saviour and who was the sinner.
When gambling for garments there are no winners.
Peirced by steel lances while still stroked by the reed.
Who was the mad one who stuttered blood creed.
Poisioned by passion from Abrahams seed.
Who set the supper ? Who conducted last grace ?
Who bore the last witness of the suffering face.?
Who left the wake in black cotton and lace.
Who is that woman who wept tears for the shade.
Was she his sister ,Old Crone or young maid.
Who bore the fruit of the bloody charade.
Introduction to Crowley
THAT GREAT "I AM"
That Great "I Am" that great "I AM"
I do not like that God "I AM"
I do not trust his divine plan.
I do not like Him here or there
I do not trust him anywhere.
He is not good He is not fair !!!!!!
I will not let him in my house.
He makes me sad and mad and grouse.
He says he loves me yet I see
Eternity of agony if I should ever disagree.
I do not want Him,not for me.
I do not like him no siree.
He cost to much He`s far from free
I will not take Him in a jam,
Not in a tram or in a pram.
His silly stories are a scam.
I do not trust that God "I AM"
I will not take Him when in pain,
In scorchy sun or rincey rain.
Not in a lorry or a train,
It hurts to much, He splits my brain.
I will not take Him in a car.
He`s gone to far.
He`s too bizzare !
But I will put him in a jar, to leave behind.
And say "Au Revoir"
WELCOME TALK TO US
