. Poetry from The Great In-Between: Lilith. The Gas Lighter of All Known Worlds

Friday, April 21, 2023

Lilith. The Gas Lighter of All Known Worlds

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Salute.

Her fake but effective pagan tears

Fall violently


Crushing spellbound gods and living souls


Kings and queens 

Into crudely obsessed entities


As she casually makes her occult translucent potions and mesmerizing spells


Filled with twisted versions of the truth 


Which she uses as her prayer summations


That systematically amputate


Conjured human worlds to stand still

Mesmerized as they in unison yell


Summoned by her black and golden orchestral bells


Rendering the importance of adopting fraudulent glamour


For customary regulations


As divine authorities  

High up in unseen nations 


Cavort 

Twirl and shake their immortal sledgehammers


Mere mortals can’t glimpse beyond the red scope and dark rim


Of that infinite unbroken Dream Kingdom 


Of Depravity and Sin


A purple niche where she's built a heavily guarded silver penitentiary


To sustain the endless cries of incessant desperation and petitions 


Of unspoken dark desires and to hold in absolute bondage 


The poor casualties of an ever-increasing surge


Of whaling dispositions

Who cry out from all ages


Seeking pleasure like white shining smiling crystal meth or cocaine addicts


For a familiar taste of that sweet lie 


Which will lead them marching up the Yellow Brick Road 


High on her metaphorical white powder


To a glorious waste 

For a quick fix


To a new Emerald City where she stands clad in black leather and red lipstick 


To welcome them

Her new acolytes 


Holding her strong muscular golden adorned hands high


Shaking to the ever-watchful afterlife in the ever-fading lights


Filled with shadows of unfulfilled hopes and broken dreams beyond


Death and decay  


She screams as she sows the seeds of Degradation with


'I'm coming for you

Umba Yay


Before you come for me


So pray  

You don't get in my way


Before I welcome you into my depraved scary Garden of Eden


Are your hungry eyes and contorted souls 


Ready to give me

What I gloriously need


Before I start feeding'


(C)

Copyright John Duffy  


Quite a dark piece viewing 2023, as the world descends into depravity.


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