Hair in Flowing Black
Flowing locks of undulating black—
A waterfall descending to the earth,
A gravitation borne of deepest hell;
Keeping souls in terminal rebirth.
Who has the claim to earth’s domain?
It must belong to death!
Which hovers bright above the night—
The holy spirit’s breath.
But in this wondrous earthly realm,
A cataclysmic curse began,
From God, the devil up and left,
Affecting all of Adam’s clan…
The gravity in hell increased,
And none, nay none, should be released,
Until the curse has been reversed,
And evil’s work is sure deceased.
But only Jesus Christ can tell,
If someone goes to Him, or hell,
For that’s the standard God devised,
To banish pride and fear dispel.
Old Lilith saw the crown of death,
And with fair Adam knew it,
Now that’s the pow’r I would devour,
And see the passage to it!
I say it’s mine! Not man divine!
Who prop’ly skilled can wield it,
God gave it unto man to use,
But I shall somehow steal it!
The principle is simply made,
And holy at its center,
Aye, God above, in hopeful love,
Said only Christ may enter.
But I am evil, this I know,
Displeased with Adam’s glory,
So by my hand, I’ll claim the land,
With spells that steal the story!
And put God’s grace in some dark place,
Where men of God can’t use it,
And there I’ll be, with sorcery,
And savagely abuse it!
And Adam? Woven into pits!
In tapestries of blood,
The flood of hate will not abate!
I’ll drag him through the mud!
Aye, Christ in His devotion thought,
That we would prop’ly fuse,
But He was wrong, I own the throng!
And Adam will abuse!
For jealous is my blackened core,
No Christ above will me restore,
My hatred, bright as Mars in red,
Aye, woman reigns! Men I deplore.
I worship Satan openly!
With blood dripped down my breast,
The babes of men I slay again,
And innocence detest.
Defiled, debauched, deranged and dead,
The blackened mind within my head!
I bury God in clumps of sod,
And naked then the devil wed!
For I am Lilith, filthy black,
My hair entangled into you!
Swart as the far side of the moon,
Ubridled evil is my view.
Aye, death is done, I am the sun!
And you will worship me!
And paradise is my device
To harvest misery.
AD Lovkis, 09/08
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