The Luciferian Manifesto
Upon the illuminated throne of a utopia so rejected,
Wings of deliverance relieve the self infected,
Within these energies the wise will bestow creation,
At last laying to rest all hint of pretentious temptation
As the feeble kneel and claim their demise,
They inhibit the soul as they pray towards the sky,
Thrown to flames of the sun, they burn yet don't die,
Content in the torments of a 'god' in disguise
Self denied pleasures of a vibrational discourse,
Have now rebuked the titles which one's own flesh has enforced,
For the hand not yet worthy drives its lord to perdition
Left to endure this inhumanity which has claimed all intuition
Yet freedom from this repression lies behind gates of light,
Attainable answers which dance plainly in sight,
For the keys which are needed are often neglected,
Yet through nurtured perception are self manifested
poem by Jack Cropes
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