12 June 2013
even hate. let it be
your self-prophetic cancer
hate me slowly - each and every second from now til you decide to die
and it's so futile being born and reborn
every century or so
to love or to hate me
to be polarized by me
instead of listening to the cicadas who know how to be
so peacefully viciously cicadaly free
just cicadaly cicadaing next to peaceful ol' me
it's never the flame
that kills the moth
it's the moth
jumping. into. the flame.
it's always
always
always
the moth that kills the moth
...
peace monster
i told you
don't bite - don't chew
blissfully
ignorantly
thee
chained to the cancer of hating the free
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"43.
Let the Scarlet Woman beware! If pity and compassion and tenderness visit her heart; if she leave my work to toy with old sweetnesses; then shall my vengeance be known. I will slay me her child: I will alienate her heart: I will cast her out from men: as a shrinking and despised harlot shall she crawl through dusk wet streets, and die cold and an-hungered."
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I needed you to keep me from the Darkness. You couldn't be bothered. Even though you said you recognized me, you just couldn't be bothered.
Now I embrace Hell and Darkness.
Let It Come Down.
The Shadow will smother us all.
End times, coming soon...
Les Litanies de Satan
— Charles Baudelaire
The Litany of Satan
O you, the wisest and fairest of the Angels,
God betrayed by destiny and deprived of praise,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
O Prince of Exile, you who have been wronged
And who vanquished always rise up again more strong,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who know all, great king of hidden things,
The familiar healer of human sufferings,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who teach through love the taste for Heaven
To the cursed pariah, even to the leper,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who of Death, your mistress old and strong,
Have begotten Hope, — a charming madcap!
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who give the outlaw that calm and haughty look
That damns the whole multitude around his scaffold.
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who know in what nooks of the miserly earth
A jealous God has hidden precious stones,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You whose clear eye sees the deep arsenals
Where the tribe of metals sleeps in its tomb,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You whose broad hand conceals the precipice
From the sleep-walker wandering on the building's ledge,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who soften magically the old bones
Of belated drunkards trampled by the horses,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who to console frail mankind in its sufferings
Taught us to mix sulphur and saltpeter,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who put your mark, O subtle accomplice,
Upon the brow of Croesus, base and pitiless,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who put in the eyes and hearts of prostitutes
The cult of sores and the love of rags and tatters,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Staff of those in exile, lamp of the inventor,
Confessor of the hanged and of conspirators,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Adopted father of those whom in black rage
— God the Father drove from the earthly paradise,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Prayer
Glory and praise to you, O Satan, in the heights
Of Heaven where you reigned and in the depths
Of Hell where vanquished you dream in silence!
Grant that my soul may someday repose near to you
Under the Tree of Knowledge, when, over your brow,
Its branches will spread like a new Temple!
— William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil
I am That Lamp which gives forth Darkness in Daylight.
You are the very least free person I have ever had the misfortune of encountering. "Woman is the Nigger of the World, Woman is the Slave to the Slave..." death won't even free you.
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