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Wordfreak Jan 2018
The demon king
Had much to tell
Of those that had
Twisted his actions.

They had summoned
And questioned and
Bargained and laughed
But Paimon will always
Get vengeance.

Stay true to these words
To the story they tell
Keep your mischief
Separate from magic.

If you summon Paimon
Unwary to danger
His darkness will
Swallow your soul.

These things he taught me
A young mortal pup
For to me he had
Taken a liking.

So released him I did
Fair winds he bid me
And he continues to
Bring on his mayhem.

At crossroads and crypts
In ****** and theft
The demon still marks
With his hand.

Yet I walk unfearful
To attacks born of evil
For Paimon yet walks
Our land.
Wordfreak Jul 2017
As a boy,
I frequented the crossroads
Conversing with Paimon.
The Demon king was loath
to be summoned by a child,
But so it had been.
Of many things I learned,
Of gain, loss, love and hate.
But the most useful thing he taught me Was: "To thine own self be true."
Starting a series about a friend of mine. Let me know your thoughts. I'll try to improve it as I get further.
Orchid Aug 2023
A weakness with tweaks
And the mind of a freak
I fear if she was loved
She'd turn the other cheek
So on Christ's behalf, I speak
I live vicariously
And will walk on cracked soil
As water hurts my feet
Joevoltage Dec 2018
OBJECTION OVERRULED*

I.
Inside a Cimmerian dark gloomy court of
demons and demon Lords.
Sat quietly a soul.
Bound down with a heavy chain.
II
All hope gone.
All strength drained.
Tears dribbles down his check.
Calmly he await the final verdict of death.
Soon to be passed by Satniel himself.
III.
All around, lays in abundance strange tongue which spew webs of dark lies.
Not an advocate,
No not one to take his side.
Quietly the lonely soul await death.
Iv.
Jubilation and merriment
Fills the court-room as the devil's exchange gifts with joy.
Omaimon,Paimon,Arithorn,Asmodee Belial and Santael and other principalities where all present drinking from the horns of the fallen dragon.
V.
"Rejoice" says a beast "for a lawful captive he be".
"This soul so precious to the lion of judah is ours...and ours forever".
Visible trembling from all pillars,
As deep throaty laughter threatens to pull all hangings apart.
Vi.
Suddenly, a quiet hush upon the whole assembly falls.
Time paused.
Like a blurry vision reality seems to have been held down by an immortal grip.
Brightness flood the whole assembly of conspiracy.
Then a voice as thick as the pillars holding the earth thundered
"Set the captive free"
"Ahhh"!!! Objection my lord
Roared a price of Persia.
"For one reason too many......"
"OBJECTIONS OVERRULED" Thundered arch prince ORIEL visible coal of fire Kindle by his breath spark and dance into infinity.
vii.
"Bring forth the letters of accusations",
"Bring forth the scroll of condemnation",
"Where are the evidence of his crimes"?,
"Bring forth the witnesses"
"Where be his death warrant"?,
"Bring them here to the foot of the cross and set them all Ablaze"!!!!
viii.
"Set them all on fire"!!!
"Because JESUS the CHRIST of God Is Born"!!!! He rules supreme above all hordes and power".
A heavy thud sounded on the skull littered prison cell.
There and then my chains lays broken.
My prison doors shattered to a thousand pieces
"I AM FREE"!!!! !!!!!!!!
"JESUS IS BORN HALLELUJAH"!!!!!!!!
"I AM FREE".
Michael Marchese Sep 2020
Mere seconds asleep
But was deep
In the rem
When upon me befell
A malicious demon
And what happened then
Still haunts
My waking night’s pen
At the edge of my bed
It is there once again
Not of form
Nor of feature
A shadowy creature,
Insidious wisp
Wickedness
Its demeanor
Don’t know what it wants,
What it thinks,
What it seeks
I can only grip tighter
The covers and sheets
And replete with paralysis
Fear
Cognizance
I can only succumb to its
Malevolence
Yo before I let my tape pops I'll let the beat drops
Fears for all of my hating peers shine a spear
Pierce the skies with my wisdom ties wise
Beyond my wonder years I'll die young and hung
Glory over fame same ol same sip champagne
Victory mane lion instincts suckas dont get a blink
From me only when my pistol needs company
Full force resurrection souls up for collection
No protection god the father made me peasant
Found pleasures pains treasured over measured
By society's pin point I stay with the sharpest anoint
Told yall I spark heads without meeting of a joint
Appoint by the spiritual supreme justice just as
Let the music blast til ya touches the cast everlast
Make ya hop around it's a show down underground  
But I tied to the rituals I'm mystical crack sell miracles
Huh yall fools ain't living it cristal I'm spilling it
Icy cup interrupt the corrupt the 6th jackson on a come up
Travel east of 99 you'll fine the great beast of all time
Standing in line with the kings and queens that shine
What's a light without no shine back no spine decline
My wills took the crossroads of Elijah miss the fire
My desire higher learning from thai burning turning
Ya braincells welcome to yosef hell where all fails
Melanins swell no fairytales survived Gods spell well
Cuz I learn the gospels of thomas yo tomorrows never promised
Born in this world as angel ***** then later turned into a demon
Got me plotting like a scheming triple teaming no fleeing
Souls capture from the eye of the rapture hurricane
Carter smarter what about the sons to the daughters
Humanity slaughter my triple 6 kiss all you ******* wishlist
A downplayed to uplay bring astray with no delays melees
Of the streets go unrest civil liberties put to an attest yes
I dont stress the ******* I rather use tools and ****
And I may not be like nas the don but I'm still a sun
Shining intellects with my lyrical text super threat cold inject
Bullets from heaters collect dont join deaths continuing sets
Cools as funzaerli wear pelle pelle girls keep they hands on my belly tryna feel me
See what's weighed below me ***** ya dont own me
Switch scenery mayne from harris to Paris dejavu crews
I blues Junior Walker Miles Davis Mingus black sinner ladies
It's crazy off the rip take a trip see how many beats I can rip!!!!







Oh yeah they thought I was done but I'm still a don
Referenced by the falling ones see tears in a gun
Sweating armageddon I ain't letting suckas betting
against my will I'll just chill til my soul feels
The moons minstrels cycle check the title rivals
Putting up numbers but in the end they catch slumbers
From gun runners can you feel pains happiness bliss
Lifes a ***** so it's hard to switch and break a glitch
Tricks are for kids that's why I refocused my bids
Twice the size of Solomon wives so check the beehives
Never played jive all the way live twins collars
Jachin and Boaz impalas blueprint dollars scholar
Of the ghetto cathedral eradicate the faces of evil
Different sigils drawn up mazes that frankie dazes
Living the golden time of phases still amazes me
Monk discipline see the bravery in my pen ship slavery
Master of the words vocals jumped on board as I hoard  
All of the souls out of control ice on my pinky rings clings
All the kitties in the ring sound the bell escape through jail
If all else fails I'll still prevail goetias tactics never fail
Sitting on the third rail forreal grinding shining
My candle amongst the dark see all visions get parked
Sparked from seeds of Noah I'll show you a boa
Constrict the perfect hits no **** we flip a grips
Not a blood or crip but I'll make crip from the blood  
Seaping body weaping weighting for the devils meeting
Paimon gave me many damiens but then again offers
Made from writing on the red rose pink candles parch papers
Escape the luscious vapors of reality yall fools killing me
Same hatred made before me see my CDs sitting nice
Welcome to the 5th rock from the sun wheres the sunshine
Dimensions intervention mxylsplk snaps ya to detention
Gain strength from minors I'm a true forty niners
Make ya feel like the death of Colchese when I release
I see a beast far from savage above the average havoc
Loves to see adversaries leech souls cant be breached
As I reach to a higher peak mc Everest never rest
As I cup the mic likes it's my baby dark scrilla catchin scabies
I feel miles pain through the horns it blow blue cased scenarios
Look at the world's glows with no torch I'm hoping the source
**** the news crews I stays blues true with my clues only a few
Could rock this joint right how I feels and I dont give a ****
Vibing to mellow moods let my thoughts cruise to an LSD ecstasy
To the see the unseen scenery
Space been around us plus the music is banging hanging
Off ya intellect words a threat beats connect to minds like a tech
Let the mic become a manifest I hold the greatest test the best
Is yet to come big yosef holding it down from the heart of the slums
Feel these drums to the heavens heartbeat soon to sleep
From the mental creeps electric relaxation change the stations
No negativity thrive for longevity of soulful creativity black as Davy
Jones signal the giant squid if all you suckas tryna gank my gig
These are the dwells as the world carousels playing hell bells
ACDC back in black so my critics subject to an attack
I stacks on pains domain with the visions of victory man
Mind of matter picture my enemies splatter like batter
I'm still gonna a cometh cant stop the beaming comet
That could even make the black hole ***** the speed of light



I use to think like a slave man til I broke the group thinking man
Now I understand why brothers put birds in they hand
It's all apart of the masterplan cops vs the hood miss overunderstood
Keep the mind sane mental strength range in the eyes of Bane
Dark knight rising no disguising face mask worn for the daily task
But this gets around haters like taz spin ya around what's that htown
Digging in ya crown with the ******* up sounds  
Check the j dilla cuts linked with the original King Tut
Lyrical crucify nail my words in every direction track injections
Dont need a heater as protection my mind my will is done
So I'll be ready if they come have me over on bended knees
Praying to my father with ****** creeds indeed no pleas
Candle wood burning to the sounds of the vinyl on ya spinal
Healed with the sparkling tingle let the illumination grow glow
To the 72 goetias Paimon taking his thrown once again
Ain't no such thing as sin that's human form thinking
I brought from morals and embraced the coral reefs of the universe
Back the days of a water babies curled pain swelling up
9 months eyes see the light what I thought was a sun rise
Ain't nothing but a red gloom surprise see the snakes rise
I'm doomed welcome into heaven earth born in a prisons girth
Malcolm Mar 12
Elias's incantations from the Grimoire - part of the fictional prose, "Reflections of the Summoned"
Elias spoke out loudly and called out to the netherworld, I call upon thee,      
Bael, the King of Secrets,      
to leave your thrown amidst the high court,    
and to come forth,      
grant me knowledge beyond my mortal grasp.    
    
Echoes of Ars Goetia      
In the tongue of the Unheard,      
words spiral, not for mortals' comprehension,      
but for shadows, caught in unseen threads.      
From the roots of the Earth, I summon,      
binding syllables like iron chains:      
Tar’zem’et salfor’en quirel.      
Hear me, O spirits, born of sulfur and starless skies.      
      
Through the eternal gateways of Solomonic binding,      
These names whispered, sigils etched in bloodless script:      
Vra’kalith Zura’el takhat,        
Lif’or salmalai—it!      
From the depths of the Abyssal Archive, rise.      
Rise, kings and lords of the infernal choir.      
      
Bael, Cloaked in the Shadows,      
Bearer of Three Faces: man, cat, and toad,      
I call your name:      
Muris’tak altrenod Bael-dra.      
"By the shadows of the first moon,      
grant me invisibility,      
cloak me in absence,      
let the eyes of man forget my form,      
as I tread in the unseen realm."      
      
Asmoday, Crafter of Lies and Truth,      
King of Three Heads: bull, man, and ram,      
rider of the serpent of wisdom,      
I call your name:      
Asmodé krenov-alritha venno.      
"Grant me the power to transmute the base,      
to shape gold from lead as those who came before me tried and failed,      
and reveal every secrets from the lips of silence.      
Let the forge filled with infernal wills, burn bright!"      
      
Paimon, Lord of Knowledge,      
rider of the dromedary, crowned in stars,      
I call your name:      
Quereneth Paimon! Chreskoth iretna.      
"By the ring of stars above,      
grant me your wisdom,      
to see beyond the shroud of time,      
to speak the languages of the forgotten,      
and command the storms of celestial heavens."      
      
Belial, Father of Lies,      
Lord of Nothingness, destroyer of empires,      
I call your name:      
Lorithen Belial salath unvora.      
"Grant me dominion,      
make the world bend to my decree.      
Let the weight of my words      
command the winds, the earth,      
and the hearts of men."      
      
In the darkness, I shape their names,      
stitched in fire and ash,      
etched into the fabric of night itself.      
Tar'zalun, nith-raek, sol’mial!      
May their whispers resonate in my bones.      
The infernal hosts have heard,      
their powers unfurl as smoke in the void.      
      
And as the air stills with their presence,      
I stand, trembling on the precipice of consequence,      
a scribe in shadow,      
speaking the names that silence light.    
    
And this is where Elias journey began......

The world of man is a canvas of paradoxes filled with absurdity and contradiction, stretched apart taut between light and shadow, the known and the unknown.            
           
There are those who walk in this mundane world, this reality might seems as solid as stone, but in truth, it is porous.          
           
Unseen to mortal eyes, the spirits of the  Goetia roamed the peripheries of existence, their essence seeping into the cracks of human desire, fear, and ambition.          
           
In the chambers of their ethereal court, the 72 gathered as the night deepened. These spirits each a king, a duke, or a marquis of the unseen realms and each had their unique domain, they had talents honed over millennia to twist or elevate the fates of men.          
           
[b]The Summoning [/b]         
           
It began, as it often did with human desire and with a summoning. In this story there was once a man named Elias who in his quiet basement knelt within a sacred circle etched in chalk along the uneven surface of the floor, Elias had drawn the five pointed star, sacred pentagram and lined the circle with ancient symbols that were long forgotten to many , symbols older than time and language itself.    
   
He surrounded himself with dull burning candles, each one careful placed on a point of the sacred star, these candles flickered softly in the dim lit room, their light trembling as if they were afraid of what was to come.          
           
Elias's hands sweaty shook nervously and his voice quivered, almost choking on his own saliva as he read aloud from the ancient grimoire, he began reciting the incantation, his breath fogging in the cold stillness of the air.    
   
“I call upon thee, Bael, the King of Secrets, and to come forth, to leave your thrown of your high court and grant me knowledge beyond my mortal grasp.” For a moment, silence pressed against him, suffocating and absolute.          
           
Bael heard the call, as all summoned demons do. But his appearance was not immediate; no spirit hastened to serve. Bael, his form a triune amalgamation of man, toad, and cat, resting on a spiders body materialized slowly, his presence filling the room with an otherworldly pressure.

“Knowledge you seek,” Bael’s voice intoned with a slithering, a sound that seemed to come from everywhere at once, “but what price will you pay, Elias? Knowledge is a blade; it cuts the wielder as easily as the foe.”

Elias hesitated. He was no fool; he had read the texts. He knew the Goetia did not deal lightly. Yet desperation was a heavier weight than caution. “I offer my service, great King, and my loyalty for the secrets you reveal.”          
           
Bael’s laughter was like a stone dropped into a fathomless well. “So be it.” He extended a clawed hand and touched Elias. The pact was struck. Elias’s journey began not with light but with shadow, for Bael taught him the art of obscuration, how to hide, how to listen, how to make the unseen visible.          
           
The knowledge Elias gained through hiding listening and being unseen gave him great advantages and power over his enemies and friends, but it came with a heft cost, this knowledge isolated him from others, each secret he learned carving another barrier, creating an unfillable chasm between him and the rest of humanity, for this was the price of knowledge which now confined him.          
           
[b]The Temptations [/b]         
           
In the courts of the Goetia, Elias became a pawn in a game far greater than his comprehension. The demons were intrigued as they watched him, their interest piqued by his ambition.          
           
Botis, the Reconciler and revealer grew eager, he loudly declared to his sixty under demons he was the next to approach Elias. Where Bael had shrouded, Botis would uncover.            
           
Elias had many sleepless nights after learning all the worldly knowledge, he realised what he had learnt could not be unlearned and questioned the price he had paid, however on one particularly peculiar evening he drifted off into a rare and uneasy slumber, it was on this night that Botis made himself known to Elias and appeared in his dream.            
           
"Elias, Elias," Botis whispered in this dream,  "Who's there ?" Elias asked, It's I Botis and his demonly snake-like visage suddenly appeared softened by a halo offering otherworldly calm.            
“You are estranged from your family,” Botis hissed softly. “I can mend that for you.”          
           
Elias woke in a sweat, the dream so vivid in his mind that he could not forget what the snake with the halo had said.          
           
The next day, he found himself compelled to write a letter to his estranged brother seeking to repair and reconcile. To his surprise, the response was warm. Slowly, Botis worked through Elias, guiding him to restore what had been broken, But reconciliation came with a cost, all of Elias secrets were unearthed as they clawed their way to the surface, old wounds reopened, and his vulnerabilities were exposed to others, this left Elias questioning whether it was better to have left the past buried and had he been tricked.          
           
Meanwhile another demon named Forneus, the Orator, observed these events unfold with a calculating eye, he saw Elias with a different purpose. Seeing potential in the man’s eloquence, he whispered into Elias’s ear during a public debate, filling his mind with perfect arguments and irresistible rhetoric. Elias’s words mesmerized his audience, earning him fame and influence amongst his peers. Yet, as his reputation grew, so did his dependence on Forneus’s whispers. The line between Elias’s voice and the demon’s became indistinct, and with it, his sense of self began to erode, Forneus slowly took control of Elias.          
           
[b]The Struggle[/b]          
           
Not all temptations came with immediate rewards. Marchosias, the warrior cloaked in flames, came to Elias at his weakest moment. Beaten down by the consequences of his growing power, Elias was on the verge of abandoning his pursuits.          
           
“Rise,” Marchosias growled, his voice a molten command. “Truth is not for the faint-hearted. You wield power now. Use it to burn away the lies that bind you.”          
           
Elias stood, fire rekindled in his eyes. Marchosias taught him the discipline of strength, the courage to confront his fears, and the will to endure pain for the sake of truth. But as Elias grew stronger, he became colder, his heart hardening with each truth revealed. His relationships frayed, and he began to wonder if strength was worth the isolation it brought him.  
 
[b]The Lesson[/b]        
           
The demons of the Goetia did not see themselves as villains. To them, humanity was a forge, and they were the fire. They tempted and taught, lured and led, their pacts a crucible for mortal souls.  
 
Phenex, the phoenix of knowledge, was the last to visit Elias. He came not in fire but in song, his voice a melody that stirred Elias’s weary spirit.  
 
“You have sought secrets, reconciled with the past, wielded the power of words, and embraced the strength of truth,” Phenex said. “But tell me, Elias what have you learned?”  
 
Elias was silent. The knowledge he had gained was immense, but so were the scars it left. He had risen high, yet he had lost as much as he had gained.          
           
“I have learned that power is hollow without purpose,” Elias said finally.          
           
Phenex nodded, his eyes alight with an inner flame. “Then you are ready. The greatest secret is this: the demons you summoned were not your masters. They were mirrors. Each temptation, each lesson, was a reflection of your own soul. What you sought from us, you already possessed. We merely helped you uncover it.”    
   
Elias awoke to an empty room. The chalk circle was smudged, the candles extinguished. The weight of the knowledge he had gained was both a burden and a liberation. The demons of the Goetia had left him, their purpose fulfilled.    
   
But their whispers lingered in his mind, a reminder that the line between temptation and enlightenment is as thin as a razor’s edge. In the end, Elias was left with the greatest power of all: the choice of how to wield what he had become, there lies many truths in this story Elias thought to himself, that we all have our demons and how we use them and let them use us is what matters and through this, it will determine what we become and how we will wield it.
Copyright Malcolm Gladwin
Something I was working on
Don't read it if you sensitive
How many tears shed over casket peers adhere
Death has no ears but presence is feared appears
Friendly as Casper the ghost dope hooks the most
From coast to coast see the minds of most close
To something they believing streets don't be grieving
I see shadows of others pain painted like Van Gogh
Vincent see the bank rolls of stress brought by false happiness
I rather spend wisdom up my mental kingdoms
Sippin' whiskey stay pissy and tipsy dollar bills crispy
Wasted on books of legal crooks most overlook
Black law I'm living my life raw speak from my maw
Only the real that travels like smoke from the steel
Emotions ready to peel back the layers of feel
Heartbreak hotel see the world still tryna heal swell
Carousel of burial cards of get well another day stale
Well we can't find peace in the valley of the feast


Spread my wings let me fly away to conscious place
Block toxic waste so my mind can't taste haste
Keep it sewed like Manhattan Chase erase
The tears shed from mother Earth see her hurt
Pain domains nothin but mankind stains drained
From gods reign can't find out who's really Kang
Or Queen siblings of stars chilling as Jupiter rings
Yo I be with the alien force of course til I'm corpse
No casket no cremations I'll be just in divinations
Ridin' Elijah's fire wave paths of Enoch craves
Folks only interested in saves of self no behaves
They still slaves tryna slide the slick  wicked glides
Gloomy souls makes for dark portals harness
By greed indeed instincts of subconscious greed



See the treasures bleed I'm God lost ******* child
Even through Mayfield eyes he saw me running wild
Still tryna smile but hells all around blaze crowns
Waking up the Paimon out of me a Damien clayman
Only for display until my souls risen flesh tucked away
And the false feels of missing me is spread
Obituary lies for money wise and ties disguise
Only for the sickened souls with a dim glow
Only tell ya what ya need to know rap artist po'
Michaelangelo with the word halo see the dough
Baking haters be mad shaking hands undertaking
Say the love you but be the main ones shanking
Ya thoughts and moves bust a new groove smooth
As ever endeavor money only clean always sever
Business over pleasures perform measures
Past a sinisters route let me wisdom of God remains stout
Lets take a deeper a look into society silently
See the elites tryna quite the riots but excite the violents
Self destruct learn from the book of Tut til my gut
Questions I'm answering through my lecturing
See the last grave sins rise above the grins
Of evilness happiness is just a false pretense
They ask me why Yosef so tense? dollars and sense
Seem to make more cents than drama envies the innocent
Politics circumvent
The art of struggles juggles games with no puzzle
Muzzle left on the poor folks so they left to guzzle
Americas dry in need of water supply every eye
Tongue shall confess this ain't a guess or a bless
Just giving up the real life's a test stay in mess
Beautiful disaster from the circle of masters
Playing gods laying against odds plotting evens
Stevens religion got us believing through deceiving
Single mothers created more struggle for brothers
As the Mr. Charlie's gives the settle I break the brittle
I'm too big to be little broken off the meats gristle
I found my stitch no times for a ***** I quench
Only for mysteries of the universe through it's ovaries
Replenished by the black space ology sun geography
Now they turn to me after they laughed at me
See the sanctity slowly come back to normality
Shed evil principalities king Paimon layer democracy
Melanin's waking up from the night fright so America doomed for the eternal light
it's the great mighte

— The End —