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Is Satan the enemy, the grandest adversary? Or could man be the epitome of wickedness, of cruelty and depravity? Is it fair, that the Devil was predestined to failure, to clandestine forfeiture? Perhaps, I follow a different doctrine…, maybe, I have a longing compassion for the antithesis of light, that far surpasses the loving embodiment, of which most cannot comprehend.
As has been said time and time again, I am conflicted within myself; I have a profound longing and impassion for darkness – for the understanding of the unknowable., to feel as the Devil does, and to know as the Christ does. To know the inner-workings of the godhead, and to feel so deeply, the scarred pains of the enemy – Lucifer.
Does that make me a monster? Am I doomed to hellfire and ceaselessness, but to utmost and whole futility, because I have as they say… “sympathy for the devil?” Am I of Satan? Am I reprobate? Am I of absolute perdition? Am I guilty of sedition? Am I heresy, enthroned? Am I fallen – from the highest throne?
Felled, but rebored to defeat and damnation – for simply having conscience and awareness of more than the selfish centred self…, I worship not, two masters; for my Lord is Adonai. I do, however, feel passionately, so much – love, maybe more for the Devil, than I do our creator, the father YHVH. Am I sick? Am I wrong? Is love a faceted construct of hatred, or is such disdained animosity formed from grace? I fear the loathsome concept of oblivion, of absence befouled, in totality. I dread the idea of nothingness – of being undone, forgotten and uncreated.
To sympathise for the enemy – the desolate one; the doomed fallen and felled, is such so incomprehensibly wrong? Am I blasphemy, moulded and reborn? Am I evil, so lustful and reviled? If not slaves, what are we to god? To either aspect, neither darkness or light, are we equals…, heralded, we are but created parasites, used as instruments for egotistical worship and exhortation; exaltation and adoration.
Why do we exist? For the purposeless experiences of our lives? For the surmised instrumental use by the puppet-master, we call our father? What glory is there in submission, and what joy is there in defeat? For existence, irrespective of state or grace, is at best – tumultuous., and at worst…meaningless. It is better to live, consciously, aware – and sorrowed, despairingly humble, proud or abased, than to feel nothing in inexistence, forbadem the void of cold nothingness. Harken., hearest thou my cries? Agonising, the reprise! I am undone., I am reborn of fire and water – in spirit and twilight. I am enlightened beyond the immeasurable; beyond the petty scope of humankind…
I am conflicted within myself., I am distraught and contemptuously dismayed by mine thoughts, so inglorious and insignificant; the contemplation of these yearnings so fated by the highest, the conceptual undertakings of the fires so consuming, of dark and light, entwined…, behold – I am bringer of twilight. I am unveiled, to ye., our heavenly godhead, the bornless adorner…our father, the dualistic paradigm of times’ endless, and errs infinite…the incomprehensible! The ineffably perpetual! The ever-living and all-knowing singularity; twined thrice., to become the epitome of pillared confess, concept and construct – of painted skies blooding and brooding, forevermore furthering, higher and higher…, beyond the abounds of understanding, how trembled and perplexing; ye, the dualism. The Duality of Persona!
The Two-faced star of infiniteless shone so far.
Unendingly, foreverly, our adorations., and our greatest worshipped appraisals and affirmations…yours is the glory, untestable, the power – incontestable. For we write, and we awe rapturously, everly – in your namesake., for your glorious state – graced and disanoint; fearfully kneeled before, and wrathfully unspoken…hearest our harkening pleadings., Abba., highest one – Christos; let us confess in thee, our inadequacy and iniquity! Of Revelry, and Rivalry!