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Who hasn´t been through Hell? This is my little cut through it, how I burn through it bleeding, a normal working day in my tropical paradise garden. A bit scary? Don´t forget I´m Dante, for you!!!
I am the one without a name, yet I'm known everywhere. I am the creator of your fears, bringer of your sins. See the world that is for real, unlike the one you live in now. The world you once saw through the eyes of innocence was full of lies, and bitterness.
Don't look for something that you cannot find. The strength you seek is already part of you. Use it if you dare, don't be devoured by things that can tear your soul apart and will kill your heart with sins.
You'll have no trouble finding me, I have always walked among you. You feel my breath on your skin, but you have never seen my face.
I am the serpent within your mind, follow me into the dark. See what's behind the black veil of mind.
As the brightest day turns into darkest night, the same way you enter from this life to the darker side. Your mind is full of black thoughts, your soul is in my control. The earth you once walked on is now forgotten and gone forever.
You have no trouble finding me I have always walked among you. An angel in disguise.
Can't you see that I'm the one you've been looking for? The serpent within your mind.
The Hebrew word נָחָשׁ (Nāḥāš) is used in the Hebrew Bible to identify the serpent that appears in Genesis 3:1, in the Garden of Eden. In the first book of the Torah, the serpent is portrayed as a deceptive creature or trickster, who promotes as good what God had forbidden and shows particular cunning in its deception.
Baby, you are my real life Heaven, I LOVE YOU!!! The rest is just BS, Serious Entertainment, Restricted Entertainment, oops, that was the old silly me, LOL! And there´s no new silly me, LOL! Because I´m the same Silly Black Metal wreaking havoc, bringing you stunning orchestral usage among the metal edge. Take an organ-laden symphony walk with me, de-cluttering everything. The design is just bad, not my fault. How I fucking hate to fight, you know me, Beautiful, disoriented, I´m Love Love, a bloodied snowboarder in Hell, only dreaming of Heaven doing me good, distracted by it, a happy victim of the figure 8, carrying its overwhelming weight like a cross, in Jesus´ name, setting every body free.
I´m beautifully experiencing this bitter-sweet phenomenon of Figure 8, thank God, yin-yang, infinity energy movement that keeps me going when I´m out doing what I love, symphonically, what I´m supposed to do anyway. Nevertheless, decomposed. Though it feels like it´s stripping me of life, how I fucking hate to fight! But I need to live, I need to survive, I must survive, I will survive, all only to keep loving you, as I do!
Wandering through my dreams
I arrive at the midpoint of the world
The view on this etherial reality
Extincts all memories of my former life
A diabolical power forces me to step into the black cathedral
With feverish eyes I follow the way
Of flickering torches
A huge hall welcomes me after a while
An old book decorated with symbols and faces
Seems to be the heart of the dome
My fingers arе trembling as I open the first chaptеr
With a whispering voice I read the secret words
From the sign by 5 black candles
Read out the occult letters
V.I.T.R.I.O.L
By a flash the ground is opened
And the abyss devours my body
Feeling the eternity
I am fusing with the black
My mouth forms a silent scream
My soul bursts in a million sparks
Ripped by the cosmic force
I don't need it anymore
Myriad stars show me the way to knowledge
Their light burns out my eyes
I don't need them anymore
The body of mine drifts into a new existence
Deeper and deeper I dive into
The infinite abyss of my gloomy desires
Visions of long passed times are glowing in my mind
Suddenly I see the cosmic key of creation
I recognize the nature of the universe
No, it wasn't god - it was me
Only with my thoughts I created this world
The immortality of myself freezes my emotions
I don't need them anymore
Am I god? Have I reached all knowledge?
A new whirl pulls me deeper into the dimension of silence
In a gallery of glimmering soulpieces
I see another altar carrying a second book
Once again I read the words
LUX OCCULTA
It burns my own final thought and then I know...
I am only one of 1000 new born gods
With the permission to serve the author of the books
So I am damned to know the truth
But able to see...
Able to see
Able to see
… BABY …
Tears are streaming down my cheeks, baby tears, I can feel the innocent baby, I can feel EVERYTHING, your everything, it´s a sin, my sin!!! The battlefield is really hard, pure heart and hurt. Like I were destined only to suffer and die. Yet as I plow through the divine massacre or comedy I leave behind, I cling to any sign or reality of love and faith. The immense pleasure helps me with the unbearable pain. Hope can be upon the rack, but she´s never dead, she never dies, however abandoned, however weak, we die first. They even say Hope dies the last. She´s there to suffer, yes. She´s there to die, no, at least not yet. One thing is for sure, the thirst is the order of the light of the day whose unspeakable tragedy befalls the hungry. So on the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me ... a butcher baby to go bowling with, her supreme art photography! Great, thank you my true blue!
The Malleus Maleficarum, usually translated as the Hammer of Witches, is the best known treatise purporting to be about witchcraft. It was written by the German Catholic clergyman Heinrich Kramer.
The Malleus Maleficarum asserts that three elements are necessary for witchcraft: the evil intentions of the witch, the help of the Devil, and the permission of God. The treatise is divided into three sections. The first section is aimed at clergy and tries to refute critics who deny the reality of witchcraft, thereby hindering its prosecution. The second section describes the actual forms of witchcraft and its remedies. The third section is to assist judges confronting and combating witchcraft, and to aid the inquisitors by removing the burden from them. Each of the three sections has the prevailing themes of what is witchcraft and who is a witch.
Section I
Section I examines the concept of witchcraft theoretically, from the point of view of natural philosophy and theology. Specifically it addresses the question of whether witchcraft is a real phenomenon or imaginary, perhaps "deluding phantasms of the devil, or simply the fantasies of overwrought human minds". The conclusion drawn is that witchcraft must be real because the Devil is real. Witches entered into a pact with Satan to allow them the power to perform harmful magical acts, thus establishing an essential link between witches and the Devil.
Section II
Matters of practice and actual cases are discussed, and the powers of witches and their recruitment strategies. It states that it is mostly witches, as opposed to the Devil, who do the recruiting, by making something go wrong in the life of a respectable matron that makes her consult the knowledge of a witch, or by introducing young maidens to tempting young devils. It details how witches cast spells, and remedies that can be taken to prevent witchcraft, or help those who have been affected by it.
Section III
Section III is the legal part of the Malleus Maleficarum that describes how to prosecute a witch. The arguments are clearly laid for the lay magistrates prosecuting witches. The section offers a step-by-step guide to the conduct of a witch trial, from the method of initiating the process and assembling accusations, to the interrogation (including torture) of witnesses, and the formal charging of the accused. Women who did not cry during their trial were automatically believed to be witches.
In the 1970s, when feminist and Neo-Pagan authors turned their attention to the witch trials, the Malleus Maleficarum (Hammer of Witches) was the only manual readily available in translation. Authors naively assumed that the book painted an accurate picture of how the Inquisition tried witches. Heinrich Kramer, the text's demented author, was held up as a typical inquisitor. His rather stunning sexual preoccupations were presented as the Church's "official" position on witchcraft. Actually the Inquisition immediately rejected the legal procedures Kramer recommended and censured the inquisitor himself just a few years after the Malleus was published. Secular courts, not inquisitorial ones, resorted to the Malleus.
Before 1400 it was rare for anyone to be prosecuted for witchcraft, but the increasingly common prosecution of heresy and failure to fully defeat these heretics paved the way for later criminal prosecution of witchcraft. By the 15th century belief in witches was widely accepted in European society. Previously, those convicted of witchcraft typically suffered penalties no more harsh than public penances such as a day in the stocks, but their prosecution became more brutal following the publication of the Malleus Maleficarum, as witchcraft became widely accepted as a real and dangerous phenomenon. The most severe prosecutions took place between the years 1560 and 1630, largely ending in Europe around 1780.
Particularly in the 16th and 17th centuries an intense debate on the nature of witches preoccupied demonologists across Europe and they published many printed sermons, books and tracts. The Catholic Church played an important role in shaping of debate on demonology, but the discourse was not much affected by the Reformation. Martin Luther was also convinced about the reality and evil of witches, and facilitated development of Protestant demonology.
Catholic and Protestant demonologies were similar in their basic beliefs about witches and most writers agreed on the severity of the crime of witchcraft. It was accepted by both Catholic and Protestant legislatures and witch-hunting was undeniably sponsored by both Protestant and Catholic governments. Witches became heretics to Christianity and witchcraft became the greatest of crimes and sins. Within continental and Roman Law witchcraft was the crimen exceptum, a crime so foul that all normal legal procedures were superseded.
During the Age of Enlightenment, belief in the powers of witches to harm began to die out in the West. For the post-Enlightenment Christians, the disbelief was based on a belief in rationalism and empiricism.
Götterdämmerung, which is nearing, is a collapse (as of a society or regime) marked by catastrophic violence and disorder
broadly : DOWNFALL
… but before that happens, winter´s coming …
I wish upon a star
And think of all the things
I should have asked
Instead, I let the moment pass
And now I'm bleeding
On her faded photographs
Tears
So hard to swallow
Sorrow blears and leaves me hollow
Empty years, I should have followed
My inamorata to the grave
Uncertain words my heart denied
Now seem so trivial
I lost it all the night she died
Lies!
She is alive!
Beneath the ice
Only darkest mirrors crack this
Curse
And I, immersed
Invoke the worst
Blackest Magick put to practice
I remember then
When the Autumn moon
Would turn us back again
We'd laugh and bask
Amidst the underworld of men
Both citing Baudelaire
As our immoral saviour
Tears
So hard to swallow
Sorrow blears and leaves me hollow
Empty years, I should have followed
My inamorata to the grave
Words are so benumbing
In my head, I hear the drumming
Summoning, the dead are coming
From fetid crypts my lips create
Now grave powers start to rise
Deflowerers shall suffer
And witness to your sacrifice
Lies!
She is alive!
Beneath the ice
Only darkest mirrors crack this
Curse
And I, immersed
Invoke the worst
Blackest Magick put to practice
I think upon our time
Those golden summers
Of love echo so sublime
As do winters drinking
Too much festive wine
Now the seasons shift
Neath a creeping mist of horror
Malefic entities
I call upon thee
Vibrating cosmic threads
With shredded flesh
Manifest destinies
For those opposing me
Everyone is killable
Some just choose a vulgar death
Now we will see
What terrors shall be
The dark crimson sea
Drags the sun to oblivion
Faced demons
Arousing fire with tongues
Laced with vicious memories
Spatter twisted trees
Rape is returned a thousandfold
In the garden of unearthly delights
Only when their minds lie in ruin
Will I then hand them the knife
Towers fall like broken skies
Crashing through to Hell
Where amid the debris, angels writhe
Lies!
She is alive!
Beneath the ice
Only darkest mirrors crack this
Curse
And I, immersed
Invoke the worst
Blackest Magick put to practice
Death left me hopelessly blinded
Resigned to the wrongs of his design
I will never be alright
Never be alright
Never see the light
That shone in the heart of heaven
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Great prose-poem! Some things need to be said, however they are said...