As Above, So Below
The ancient paradox of lawless rule
Glimmers as a subterranean jewel.
Awaits unearthing like its foretellers
Sleeps uneasy in dire vaults and cellars
Aside Nephilim bones, watchers, dwellers.
Hell’s apocrypha, Lucifer’s gospel
A set of symbols clamorous, awful.
Penned by the idolatrous, idle hand
Of he who worshiped a mirror, til sand
Of a just desert was his new homeland.
That sphinx scritched claw against pyramid wall
And set an eye over it to appall
That only a wayward camel may find
Yet men the jinn occasionally deigned
To peak at how those beast-hewn scars do wind:
“Hail to ye who shunned the Lethe for the Styx
Whose lips did blanch to kiss the crucifix
Who sought a crown neither halo nor thorn
A purple robe neither bloody nor torn
And fixed crosses by others to be borne.
Know I will never turn my face from thee
Or cast thee thither, inescapably
This bedrock kingdom of mine’s constructed
And at the seventieth week erupted,
To that world above, alike corrupted.
I shall come to ye only when ye call
When Aquarius dawns alike ye all
Will free me by a likeness of desire
That the word of God be burnt on the pyre,
And what’s called True accord with the liar.
When the full depths of the demonic dregs
Be drunk to slake mankind’s thirst, like an egg
Detached from gory walls to incarnate
I shepherd thee in a mortal man’s gait
And sneer at thee through my handsomest pate.
We shall call Shit beauty, and Beauty shit
Perverts saintly, the Chaste, hypocrite.
Children will know what adults ought not know
Minds will go where the mind ought not to go
Until tis true—as above, so below.”