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Geizael, Nachkomme von Imhotep. #9:30
What a proud look they have
Surely pride goes before destruction and a haughty spirit before a fall.
And yes, it is true, no deed shall go unpunished
For your time is short
A knowledgable man is aware that history repeats itself
The gathering of nations against thee is just the beginning
From all walks of life do we share the same sentiment
And on one accord we are
Every man and woman is a star no matter their shortcomings
Quite a sight indeed it is to see your arrogance be the reason for your demise
How foolish you are to think the father of Serpents holds you in high regard
To think the blood embedded in the soil means absolutely nothing is why you shall reap what you sew
And it is because of this, and the mocking of my nation, why you shall be made an example in the eyes of all that dwell in the land
Great calamity and destruction I profess over thee and thy founders
A declaration of war I bind upon your heads by the magick of these words
And in totality, it shall become manifest
A circus of mere mortals that think they have transcended what some believe to be divinity
Oh, how foolish and wrong you are
You shall be rejected amongst nations and your splendor shall dwindle to completion
There is no power that you truly hold
There is no magick that shall triumph against the rulers of my nation
How could I be lesser when my pen is impeccable?
The stroke of thy pen and the writings of thy speech move mountains beyond your comprehension
You are nothing
You shall be made nothing
All that you have gained from the disrespect of my people shall surely be taken away by that which reigns supreme
I am of such a thing through conjoinment
The power of thy words holds no limit
The ruin that will come from it is unimaginable
To destroy an empire by faith alone is my joy
Shall you scoff in a false sense of security?
Is there anything to reason with besides that which you reject?
Surely not, I would say to such stray dogs as yourselves
You are lower than the lowly
For you only have trinkets and borrowed time
And its time for you to pay up
Your empire shall fall from the same man you mock
The one spoken of that was shaped and crafted from the soil like clay
It brings me great joy to exalt the power that you shall never have nor know
There is no form of riches that can buy what shall ultimately destroy all that you've made from mocking my people
You shall be made an example by a ruler of nations
I shall make you an example alongside my brothers and sisters who reject your fake sense of superiority
As if you could ever be elite in spirit
You are beneath us
You have been fooled by the Serpent that is my conjoinment
Mercy you shall have not
Pity you shall have not
And your forgiveness cannot be earned.
Sincerely,
The Golden Serpent of Thelema
About the Creator
Geizael, The Great Wicked Destroyer
Poetry & creative writing based on having an unbiased perspective of perspectives. Spiritual Theories and Transformation of one's own consciousness.
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