I am a poet of rod and swords
Daggers spewed from my mouth
To rule with God’s wrath
I serve Satan’s House
Category: Poetry
My righteousness
In strings and looms
Satan resides
A rage of fire
The worship of all
That is dark and vile
The giver of life
For It births fertile
Abraham almost sacrificed his son
Do different I couldn’t of done
Gathering in a wash of Gray
The blue sky darkens like Ash
With charnel ground rumbles
The duality crumbles
The sex of tantrik magick
The Left Hand classic