Oh Archdemon Belphegor, accept my abomination!
You who are identified as “Master of Laziness”
I do not want that time filled with nothingness!
You wish to just sit, eat, and sleep with all drowsiness
I do not need that space occupied with emptiness!
You relax yourself all day with such unfruitfulness
I resign from such negligence leading to rottenness!

-03/14/2015
(Dumarao)
*My Demons Collection

The vast universal suffering feel as thine:
Thou must bear the sorrow that thou claimst to heal;
The day-bringer must walk in darkest night.
He who would save the world must share its pain.
If he knows not grief, how shall he find grief’s cure?
If far he walks above mortality’s head,
How shall the mortal reach that too high path?
If one of theirs they see scale heaven’s peaks,
Men then can hope to learn that titan climb.
God must be born on earth and be as man
That man being human may grow even as God.
He who would save the world must be one with the world,
All suffering things contain in his heart’s space
And bear the grief and joy of all that lives.
His soul must be wider than the universe
And feel eternity as its very stuff,
Rejecting the moment’s personality
Know itself older than the birth of Time,
Creation an incident in its consciousness,
Arcturus and Belphegor grains of fire
Circling in a corner of its boundless self,
The world’s destruction a small transient storm
In the calm infinity it has become.
If thou wouldst a little loosen the vast chain,
Draw back from the world that the Idea has made,
Thy mind’s selection from the Infinite,
Thy senses’ gloss on the Infinitesimal’s dance,
Then shalt thou know how the great ******* came.
Banish all thought from thee and be God’s void.

For every knight, an adventure awaits.
He traverses through the perilous chasms
of the demons of his reality,
Even the slog of Belphegor's swamp,
or the field of chivalry
where other knights dare challenge him,
Nothing will impede the quest for his princess.

His confidence: his steed,
His willpower: his armor,
but his Excalibur is nothing more than his desire,
to which cuts down everything that obstructs his way.
The fire blazing in his heart
immolates his entire being,
The trailblazer will charge toward his princess.

But quietly, the silver snake rattles behind him.
With each link, it constricts:
tightening, choking, draining,
Frantic he turns,
desperately reaching to find this adversary.
The scaly one skulks through unnoticed
but ever present it stalks his pray,
And finally after binding his beloved freedom,
His princess is left waiting


Metallic wheezes of his steed
scratch through the air like nails on a chalkboard,
littered on the bloodstained grass
lay shattered remains of his breastplate torn asunder.
His most treasured blade now dulled,
incapable of cutting through the thirst of his ambition
The knight is draped across the floor,
a doormat to an abandoned home,
With his final breath his last thoughts are of his Rapunzel,
as his torch finally extinguishes.

Let the Archmage of the East
Fight the Archdemons of Hell
Vanquish the Power of the Beast
By the might of Divine Spell!

Oh Divine Thunder, bend down the Power of Pride
Brought upon by Archdemon Lucifer
Pride, descend like a subsiding tide
So we can live our life better

Let the Archmage of the East
Fight the Archdemons of Hell
Vanquish the Power of the Beast
By the might of Divine Spell!

Oh Divine Ice, freeze the Power of Greed
Brought upon by Archdemon Mammon
Greed, petrify like a futile seed
So abuses & excesses cannot carry on

Let the Archmage of the East
Fight the Archdemons of Hell
Vanquish the Power of the Beast
By the might of Divine Spell!

Oh Divine Water, wash away the Power of Lust
Brought upon by Archdemon Asmodeus
Lust, be gone like a worthless dust
So we can worthily accept the body of Jesus

Let the Archmage of the East
Fight the Archdemons of Hell
Vanquish the Power of the Beast
By the might of Divine Spell!

Oh Divine Lightning, terrorize the Power of Anger
Brought upon by Archdemon Satan
Anger, cower like a defeated monster
So conflict & chaos be all gone

Let the Archmage of the East
Fight the Archdemons of Hell
Vanquish the Power of the Beast
By the might of Divine Spell!

Oh Divine Wind, blow away the Power of Envy
Brought upon by Archdemon Leviathan
Envy, disappear like a forgotten misery
So our hearts can have contentment & fun

Let the Archmage of the East
Fight the Archdemons of Hell
Vanquish the Power of the Beast
By the might of Divine Spell!

Oh Divine Flame, burn down the Power of Gluttony
Brought upon by Archdemon Beelzebub
Gluttony, be burnt down like the fats in belly
So we can gracefully & comfortably move

Let the Archmage of the East
Fight the Archdemons of Hell
Vanquish the Power of the Beast
By the might of Divine Spell!

Oh Divine Smoke, agitate the Power of Laziness
Brought upon by Archdemon Belphegor
Laziness, break like a vacuum of nothingness
So we can be fruitful forevermore

Let the Archmage of the East
Fight the Archdemons of Hell
Vanquish the Power of the Beast
By the might of Divine Spell!

-10/25-31/2015
(Dumarao)
*for allpoetry.com contest

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I have been dying emotionally inside... but yet being alive within my own real of simple yet complex realms of consciousness
I live perplexed due to the fact a part of me believes I may be possibly possessed by an entity named Azaziel whom I have become it's host...and I have also meet and been conflicted by subjecting myself to being exposed to the unseen realm of the spirits that roam the World. I have meet Legion...Belphegor...Azaziel...Davannah...
Oasis...Nathanael...Se­phrael...and lastly Veldor. It may be just my schizophrenic tendencies playing games with my mind and the way my Consciousness flows and resembles the raging ocean when being invaded by a raging storm. I know of a man who is the personification the unmistakable uncontrollable and undeniable vessel that embodies true EVIL that he believes and has showed me he is who he was and has always been Lucifer himself. In a moment in time where I lived my Life as if everything on Earth was OK and I did not worry about the Afterlife or God or the Devil or the Unseen Spiritual World that is at work I quickly realized who I was...Am the Final Prophet of Doom that will suddenly overtake and overwhelm the whole Earth. My Life and experiences will one day implicate NOT just me alone but the whole Human Race. It has been written in the books of prophecy from ages of old that it will come to pass. I am unable to change add or subtract from the Living Word Of God but what I do know is this Man rules 1/3 of the Fallen Angels that fell from Heaven. He is the Prince Of The Air...the Man of Lawlessness his time is short but his mouth will utter and groan and whisper and even convince the majority of the Masses of the World to succumb to his tremendous blasphemies his incredulous conceptions of a New World with a New Order and A New God. The False Prophet will take his stand and will perform miracles, wonders and invoke the people of the World to wholeheartedly believe that he is the Christ. The Final Man will make himself known and will be used as a World Leader...yet will fully stand to represent and not simply convince the masses this 2 others are good and holy but will go as far as to say that He is "The False Prophet" is the Christ and the One who is truly Lucifer is God himself. Somehow all this events will happen like a flash of lightning like thunder it will strike all Man, Woman and Child by manipulating and interpreting the Word Of God...in a New way a radical form a way that will be so extreme that the World and it's inhabitants will look up to them to be saved for the Faith of the whole world will be shaken to its core. This COVID-19 Virus is just the beginning...the World will begin to experience shift changes in Weather, Food Supply and the implementation of a cashless society ran by 3 Man who will deceive and cause the extinction of our species. At this Moment in time The Devil is still working under the shadows and protection of Hollywood, The Media, The World Wide Web, Music, The Law and Technology. But soon within 3 years from now the World will know who he is...Then shortly after 2 more years of a short Grace period then prepare for the False Prophet, Lucifer and the Man of Lawlessness. I am doing little to nothing yet but soon I will commence to wage the war against them speaking against them...Revealing to the people that I am truly a Man Of God. I will bear fruit my works in the unseen realm are just beginning to come to fruition. I may be killed but I will come to life again NOT fearing Death for my body will be put on display to the Whole World …God is coming back soon prepare for Armageddon. Yet the World will continue the people will continue to live as if this 3 people who will be able to perform miraculous wonders in front of the multitude of masses watching them...DO NOT be oblivious to the fact that I have meet Lucifer in person and believe me he is indeed working fast to complete his work. Stand ready Warriors Of God.

A poem never meant to meet its instigator
A word lost in the very power of speech
Diverging from what we like to call Creator
I let my thoughts bleed and beseech

My spirit,a reflection,weaker than ever
a soul that constructs its own altar to burn
And as I put trust on my final endeavour
I prayed once more for Belphegor's return

For I was satisfied once in my ignorance
I hadn't known my wings were of wax
My exposure was soon followed by decadence
And gently my wings melted from facts

I wished long for destruction and anguish
But when plague came on my Stranger's way,
I felt empty like I'd never been selfish
Enough to flee from my judgment day

By my own mind I am declared outcast
For my heinousness it's late to repent
Only sailing accross the oceans of past
Keeps me alive in the mire of present

Can not remember the last time you answered
Maybe  when he  still was innocent,a lot closer
before he rebelled,  ran towards heavens edge
Although evil, sin and he somehow got merge
All knowing,  it's only you, whom he still search

Questions to you keeping him awake, everyday constant
Whom he should blame, himself , devil or you, omnipotent?
He Tried to avoid sins, believed loving you is his only duty
Suddenly he saw only greed for heaven, in his life of piety

Why he is greedy ,his faith so fragile, why he is so flawed,
Is he supposed to be this?Is it you who made him a fraud?
Didn't you create him , God? don't you love him,  almighty,
Or is he just a pawn, struggling in the endless divine war
Between you and yours once favorite Lucifer, the evil deity

Although corrupted, you gave him  more than he deserve
Despite knowing all, you overvalued this flawed fool's resolve
What a shame! Lost soul, He lived by the rules of  pleasure,
He thought earthly lust , gluttony, pride are his only treasure

Devil is his fake friend, shown this fool good life,fake happiness
He felt comfort is everything, worshiped Belphegor, life of laziness
Asmodeus show  how to live, the fool happy ,living life to the fullest,
Inside he is empty, still he keeps laughing, grace gone, still clueless

God, all-knowing, you know all , so can you tell him?
Are all of your lovers pure or their souls just like him?
Can  they love you without the condition of a return gift?
Or if the table turns, if the  devil rise up as the new God
The love, faith,devotion to you  would  fall, create a rift

If he throws you in hell , ask  whom to they bow down
Would they change?he wonders, if their loyalty  would be gone
Would creation turn, go against you?  Will you be all alone ?
Or they would follow you , they would go to pit of the hell too
Doomed, still smile,  accept hell , your feet , where they belong
Would they  reject him? reject the gift of heaven without you
Would they still  believe?  you are the reason they were born
Would they  bow down just because once you were God?

God save this fool , he kept dancing with the devil,
Still he is yours , there still a soul in this lustful evil
God,  the fool has  lost faith, doubt himself ,  doubt you
Still, God, at night , deep inside, this fool search for you

God forgive this fool, for pride , for arrogance,
Forgive this fool ,  for doubts,  for his ignorance
He has endless flaws ,Save him from the devil
God,save him, cleanse his soul from his own evil
Before he dies, and before he  break all your laws
Let him love you, bow down to you, our only lord


This is my, the fool's plea to almighty,
all powerful, the divine light
At least give me  some answers almighty
In the path of this dark night .