The Higher Law
Don’t be sad when you feel like dead,
For a naked dread hammering you red
Be mad.
Force delight with the joys denied
In the veils of the night and a whip’s spite.
Coward – deride.
Lips are wide open...
Open the beloved gates.
Your chamber’s deep – profound... How?
Roughly bent and thrice wound
Fulfill the crying sound! Now!
Proprietor of your dreams, legitimate the only... My angel!
In this fetor I am glimpse, forbidden but so holy... Laws jell.
“Let off steam, my darling! My blessing is your sore.
For I am just the higher law... Obey!”
Nailed hard to prejudice larded with false ward...
Deceitful morale! Ethereal cuffs against the ever real effete...
Defy the forsworn! Decisively defeat!
“In a strict observance of rituals the ego is lost,
Thus I proclaim the ritual brand new.”
Legions of hollow,
Pass through aeons of burning fear!
Since none of you to follow,
Prepare for discipline.
Quick march!
“In a strict observance of rituals the ego is lost,
Thus follow me.”
“In a new world,
Beneath the clear skies...
I stand, I rule –
The God…”
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