Samîazâz speaks in 2022

 

Press play before reading. Salute.

A dark monologue from an old supernatural film project that was cancelled due to Covid19.

I think H.P and Clive B influenced my imagination when creating dark imagery. Salute.

Is he already here influencing society and countries through world leaders?

Will there be a second coming?

Shall I make the film?

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(A lone old but confident seductive voice whispers in 2022)

Well hello there

From my firelit throne room here

Seated amongst the hail and the bright golden fireflies

With new fear mixed and burning with black blood

With Arâkîba and Râmêêl as my two witnesses

Surrounded by my four
Horsemen

Slaves on their different coloured horses

With souls crying underneath my cracked white altar

Crawling in your humanities deep crimson mud

As they scream out for salvation into the whaling now endless night

Drowning in this new flash flood

The Harvest of the Earth is soon to begin

We’ll all emerge laughing

With seven bowls
Held out as you all scream

Just asking to feed on more

Of your worshipped kings or queens

The Wormwood Star

So bright
Will light our way
Over Shoels old Borders

Heralding us

To be the newly anointed eaters
Of all your sins

The silence in Heaven
Will be our Seventh Seal

Our earthly manifestation and
Our second reintroduction

The pagan Songs of Old Moses
About the Seven Angels

Carrying the Seven Plagues

Will once more be sung
In a new Sodom and Gomorrah

The Scarlet Woman

Her Red Dragon
And the two pagan beasts

From the East

I will send forth from Hades

Summoned to create a
Plague of locusts

As they start so many delicious
New crusades

The Seven-Sealed Scrolls
Which speaks of
The Lamb Slain

When great earthquakes
Send all mountains thrown into
Boiling molten seas

As a third of the Sun and
Moon

Collide in such violence

The survivors of your world

Will watch
Star-struck in silence

There will be no judgments or rewards

No new personages medals or salvation's

But
With a tremendous earthquake

I'll send walking up
Euphrates River

One of my old queens

Babylon

Greatest of all prostitutes

With lips painted red and
Sharp crimson nails

She’ll seduce all watchers

With wide eyes before they all die

And my Babylon of Old
Will once again rise

All seas will soon turn to blood
Vengeful and painful

Overflowing and
Filled with such beautiful political sores

People once torched by Torquemada’s fires

In those dammed inquisitions

In the Middle Ages

Shall escape from my darkness
To taste the pain

Many will soon worship
My once unspoken name

Samîazâz

And soon when I return

We will all hold hands in a new salt circle

Illuminated by a thousand old stars

To then put up
A new broken

Black and red flag
To forever sing

O’ Blessed be
So mote it be

And then you will all drown in mortal and sexual sin

O’ Blessed be
So mote it be

Asmodeus is soon to come
For we are legion

So sing to us
O’ Blessed be

Copyright John Duffy