Pan Daemon Aeon
The title loosely translates from latin to being “The Demon Era”
I felt inspired and compelled by nightmares and mere thoughts in my own psyche to create this poem, I hope you enjoy as I have enjoyed writing it.
“Desaturated stars
Illuminate to dulling husks
Of a world ripe with stench
As death ferments the musk
Into a marinade of lost serenades
Played by the violin wrists of that baphomet mistress
And so this journey shat…“
Hold still your fastening
And rapture is calling
To a crawling abyss
That knows no end
Though oft we pretend
Those voices under beds
Could control nothing lest
They breathe a chill to mark our dead
No if the furious whispered
Cantons for the fodder
And fiend friends in frenzy
Mercifully begging their hand
For death has come in three sixes
That burn ever bright like beacons
And heralds of hell have sung their cry
And pried the eyes of the faith open
The bodies piled high
Shall writhe and aspire nigh
For what was taught in Cathedrals
Now pierce tongues to pikes
Whilst that propaganda served the fuel
Of fires smoldering the lot
But one rose remained in this she was named
Forget me Not
In heed a stampede of hounds
Have freed the sinister greed
That controlled Benedict
To his wiles in lust
In every thrust a praise to doG
And how far hath thou fallen
Papal lord of the damned and broken
Shattered hearts in sodomized children
How the mighty Michael weeps
And in the air rouse despair
As he who is damnation left his lair
From his heart and icy prison depart
As oil flood the veins pulsing through him
Adrenaline from sin he cast his head to Heaven high
Laughter emitted as clouds submitted
Raining obsidian and molten rain
A bitter Armageddon swansong
For he who cannot be undone
This curse was thirst of his ancient whim
Crucify all of the Lord’s seraphim
There were no saviors this day
Enslave the naives
And spoil the rot of their newborn
For this new dawn brought fiefdom
And famine to their soils
And yet that rose remained
Unscarred, unchanged
Declaring quietly to his main
“_forget me not_”
A single tear left his eye
As his gaze left the sky
To the world now his
He declined
But refined
That this day
Was Pan Daemon Aeon!
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