Mother, you see evil wants to cast its spell on me –
to put me into a long sleep of vile eroticism; where I
am hypnotised to condone it. You can see I feel
like I am entering a room of monsters with blood
seeping through the walls made from flesh of heroes
sacrificed before me. And I realise this spell is marked with a
dagger behind its back, and the blood from the walls
is a premonition of my own blood, made to be the pools
of my servitude to them! What we believed was heaven,
Mother, when it is such an infernal imprisonment?!! Where can
even hell survive, when it be taken in an abduction by the vilest foes, Mother!
There are fleshy tentacles everywhere, with octopi suckers
ready to grab your flesh. These unholy priests, dressed as
beatified men of a belied God in ornate vestments, trying to deceive us
with their allegedly arcane icons of those haloed martyrs who
died for falsehoods and overcame kingdoms that rightly persecuted
them! And I see a world in deception; and must it face war, Mother?!
Babylon has been repeated so many times in the history of mankind!
Who is the mighty King of the West saving the world from an interminable Babylon?
Civilisation is meshed in too many bodygrabbing tragedies, that innocents
must be constantly victimised and brave warriors must be sacrificed!
Mother, I see you in my reflection speaking out in a vapour that
congeals into my embodiments! I become an anatomy of some
certainty. Like it breaks the stranglehold of deception, the tyranny
of treachery. I see a mighty leader in the West, who stands by me, but
is constrained to act against me at times because he himself is
calumnised and victimised by the same evil that repeatedly treacherises me!
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