. Poetry from The Great In-Between: Asmodeus Calls To You

Saturday, October 30, 2021

Asmodeus Calls To You


Asmodeus - The Demon - The Creature Of Judgment - Fallen Angel

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(A lone hybrid voice whispers)


Some may still call me
Astarte or
Mephistopheles


Some may call me by
My favourite name

Asmodeus

As I blow past in the early
Morning breeze

Did you know

I'm just waiting to
Possess your soul
Again

Like how it used
To be

Before
Jesus came to
Bethlehem


To my ransack my old temples
And courtyards


For I still see you all
Through my silver scrying mirrors

All those who still
Summon me

At three am

I’ll turn you away
From heaven
To worship a real X-factor and true idol


A new fallen angel
To call as your 

Lamb

I’ll breach your circle of salt

As you recount channelling

And speaking to lost souls


Through
Ethereal telegrams

Look behind you
Look above you

And look below

Listen carefully as I and all my beautiful and so friendly dark legions

Call by and slowly
Whisper 

Hello

There’s now nowhere else to run

For your souls have fired
Molten bullets 

From my black as night conjuring gun

Through that salt circle
Where you once
Kneeled and prayed

At 3 am

The lonely dead
Have now spoken

And I’ll soon come for you

My worshippers

The Unrepentant and Unwashed


Or just those unlooked upon by the Almighty

For you are now
Truly blessed to be carefully

And exquisitely
Broken

So keep trolling on
Facebook
Twitter
Instagram

And all
My new captivating technology

Keep drinking
Your gin or choice of liquor

And taking
My so tempting drugs

But when those white lights

Start to shimmer and flicker

When you feel
A sudden strange chill
Running up and down

Your sensuous spine

And you're suddenly
Too weak to run

It’s just me calling
To take you home

To Abaddon

Because you’ve now
Been baptised and anointed

To be just mine

For all that was once done in secret

Will now be exalted from the new rooftops

In your old Jerusalem


And be reborn into my new Bethlehem


So be it
Now sing to me

Like so many of my pagan carnal slaves

Who I rule over now they've come over 

After a night living all alone in their beautiful graves


So 
Call for me
For I'm now 

Your new idol
Asmodeus


O’ Call for me
Asmodeus
Your only idol

O’Blessed Be


So be it

Copyright John Duffy 


 

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