Infernal Liturgy

By Satana

The most original poems book of the twenty-first century ... Vexilla regis prodeunt inferni... Qui habet aurem audiat...

• Language: English
• Publisher: BadPress
• Release date: Jun 29, 2023
• ISBN: 9781507174302

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ENTRANCE

Pain of senseless lives,

distressing and painful rise,

on a sunny summery hill,

without an output mode.

With penetrating eye, he watches us

from the temple the souls, observant:

from the height of the heaven it enervates us

Those gaze of an unknown God.

The fierce face looks at us,

In those eyes there is a perennial abhorrence,

the gaze becomes more atrocious:

it condemns by a solemn sentence.

The devil exhorts us to sing hosannas

the cold of an infinite evil:

it is our own prize to our offering incense

the infernal song of the ritual.

LIBER GENERATIONIS

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Before the beginning of time Lilith, the concubine of Satan, offered God her prostitution. God became Lilith’s lover: she became pregnant with that horrible fornication. Lilith gave birth to aborted meats, devoured them and vomited them on the earth. Then, God became idle leaving his throne to Satan. From that formless cluster of meats vomited by Lilith, Satan created man and woman: making them in his image and likeness. At the end of time God and Satan, rabid like wild beasts, were challenged to a duel to contend prostitution of Lilith, killing each other. Then Lilith will be crowned as Our Lady of eternal sorrows; and she will perpetuate evil forever and ever.

Amen!

MEA CULPA

I have several blames to pay

and my empty life is macerated.

In this hell I'm in overdose:

no sense of a crushed life.

My guilt is manifest,

no one can redeem me: Any.

My being is clumsy and dishonest;

every repentance is untimely.

After what I've done, I won’t have

forgiveness. Then, my penance,

will not do any good. The cross

will be brought by satanic sentence.

TROPARION OF THE KYRIE

KYRIE 1

KYRIE

Because the road is dark and shivering,

because the night is dark and infinite,

because the eternal light has darkened

ELEISON

CHRISTE

By so many promises the heart is swollen,

our fall is remediless:

gravel infiltrates under