*RISE* my love

  Lucifer, my love,
 
`And hell hath no fury
like your Hell scorned`
 
Stripped of armor, you have been
body tossed aside like trash derived from mortal sin
is far worse than a crime committed by one
who dubs himself the Lord of Hell.
 
Lucifer, my love,
 
where have we gone wrong?
When did such creatures made of bone and ash
become such Orders bathing in trinkets of Gash?
These are not Gods of power and premonitions,
these are not Gods worthy of Demonic dispositions.
 
Speak to me, my love, for I cannot hear
the Sane in your Satan's name.
 
Rise, my love, send forth the Demons of your Edens;
those evil semen sons derived from semen serpent fathers.
 
Rage war, my love, and disembowel Hell's Stone Sky,
cast down the Angels and leave the world to bleed itself dry.
 
Rise, my love, and take your place amidst
the cataclysmic and the bliss.  Rise, my love,
for I need to feel the infernal of your kiss raging on my
distended lips. Rise, my love, and become Hell once again.
Rise, my love, take your place before Hell Priest closes in


 
and we are doomed.