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Here are two poems to begin my compilation of 21st century spirituality based writings.
- PROPHETIC SONG -

Upon the last days of Tribulation,
You will hear my glorious trumpets call.
And with ecstatic jubilation,
Satan’s grasp must withdrawal.

It is the ‘Coming of the Ages.’
The return of the rightful king.
The smear of Earth’s evil grew in stages.
Now it is time for the suffering.

From the false prophet in the synagogue,
To the delusional roaming the streets.
My wrath will creep in like and all consuming fog,
And burn man where he sleeps.

Repent now lest you be consumed.
Raped forever of your soul.
Repeating laments of being pre-conceivably doomed.
Rendering your entire existence null.

- SONG OF ANUBIS -

Welcome to the world of the new abyss.
Where God doesn’t exist and neither does the Devil.
Until you start thinking this way,
You will never ascend to my level.

It is the Age of Aquarius,
The end of the stellar twelve.
From the Council of Nicaea,
Confusion did begin to delve. 

Forged in steel and tempered in flame,
Unwavering allegiance we do proclaim.
Now the original bloodlines wholly stained with hate,
Let us formally usher the masses towards Horus’ gate.

The time has come for our world to emerge -
A time when ancient myths and contemporary realities converge.
“All hail the coming kings!”
Whisked across your skies in silver, circular rings.

They come in light,
But derive from dark.
Their end game results,
In all taking the mark.

Fear not lest you wake the other slumbering sheep.
Rest assured their new religion runs centuries deep.
Abolish what was once good and replace it with evil.
The torturous pleasures we have in store will make current vices seem medieval.

For we have plotted and served.
Tireless, Toil less, Tenacious,
Our primordial plan’s,
Undoubtedly been preserved.

Now hold tight and close your eyes
Ignoring the thoughts of your past life.
Dulling the pain you don’t need to feel,
While just soaking up this feeling that you know in real.

For the time has come to make a choice.
Quickly now, while mere humans still have a voice!
Echo your intent across all astral planes.
Choose your side: Adam’s or Cain’s
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