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Feb 2021 · 101
Hiems
Louis Verata Feb 2021
Anything that has an end initiates
To a beginning.
What is above will traverse a path to be below
An observer can never know your vantage point.

Souls of one point will be reborn
In a similar point.
Hidden mysteries remain hidden
Unless by miraculous powers God
Commands for them to be known
To initiates.

A shape is a first principle
A random mixture of lines forming
Deformed shapes are blasphemies
Fairytale superstitions have no place
In true belief
The left leads to darkness
The right rests in peace
Desire is nothing but the body
Attachment a form of enslavement
Suffering a chain upon the mind
Simplicity in teachings hold
Powerful keys
Unknown systems are compatible
With what is known
Accepted dogmas leave their traces
On systems of manipulation
Effort once tapped into runs
To the capacity of the driver
Love is beautiful too much of
it leads to falsehood
Energy creates more energy
Motion that is swift is the goal of the athlete
Eternity through the material causes
Corruption and passion
What is inside hidden remains
In a peaceful state
Numbers hold answers before a theorem
Is in order
Letters are productions not answers
Letters are simple without adding
Insufficient and ignorant meanings.
Louis Verata Apr 2019
Fallen One that fell from grace
Destiny engulfed you in flames
No other recourse but to change
You who tempted that Nazarene
The One some confuse with Seth or BaĘżal
Venus is your place.

Your abode among the archangels
No one could take but Yahweh
The forbidden name
You loved Him more than your beautiful face
When ordered to love us feeble mortals more than the Lord of Hosts
Deign was not in your plate
Your phalangeal joints against the archangel Michael
General of the Heavenly Chariots
Lucifer, you of the Order of Music
The One they say buys souls
Michael took what was rightfully yours
On the Earthly plains your fallen angels
Only thought of empires to make.

Purson you probably do not know
Of the Order of Honor and Virtue once upon a time
Sunday stories that are told
God got old
Rest easy Prince don't sweat Judgement Day
Most of us are bound to Hades anyway.
I could not make myself to delete this poem because it is unlawful to erase the sacred name of God YHWH.

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