Devil be thy Savior

In his youth we prayed for peace.

His troubled mind took release.

From the savage realm so called the real.

Beating upon beating by whip word and will,

taken brutal upon the body,

mind numbed by bottle and pill by toot,

and pipe,  preferring this living death to living life.

 

So we prayed for Christ to save

We prayed Christ please save.

Saved he was by devilish things

not by Christ or by the light

but Ancient alchemies and

 blasphemous rites on dark nights,

these dark mysteries of mysteries.

 

Taken to the darkness was he So,

 that deadening of the soul became

 as hindrance to his goal, the soul of the sun,

The hermaphrodite’s golden way

“The heart girt with a serpent”

 he would say “is my name”. Rat from the

 gutter to man of  black brothers.

 

Xepher the self made, dung to god.

 God or no his success wholly untold.

famed for flaming pen. His face the lord devil’s

Grin. Without shame in public he did proclaim

“I have been saved by the Devil, from toilets

of the towns and the black hole of my birth.

A secret hand guides my power and self worth”

 

The devil not the Christ be his savior,

 at what price? For an evening not long past

from public speaking in joy he did go to find

death.  Hands of creeps do crimes, push they

the death of mind. These masters of walking dead

devotees of the faded Christ with the dagger cross

crucified the Devil’s son, the only begotten one.

 

Saved by the Devil butchered by the Christ but

Who is the Devil when the Lamb is not the sacrifice?

The God upon his lips spoke loud upon the dagger cross

“Father, into your arms I commend my spirit”.

We prayed for Christ to save but despicable

Vengeance was his evil way, for this, I must say

 to the Devil righteously I shall ever on prey.