Twenty Eight

Inputted my first

Name to Chaldean numbers,

Got twenty eight. Was

Told this meant I was

Unlucky, unwanted. I

Start strong, then hit so

Many roadblocks, it

All dries up; I have to start

Again. Losses are

Inexorable.

Well, fuck. That’s my life to a

Tee when I’m on a

Depression jag. But,

Here’s why that’s bullshit. Netzach

Is twenty eight, is

Victory, power.

It’s four seven times, it’s Gad,

Warrior tribe, the

Strongest brother of

Israel, and there’s four of

Him. G-d named as He

Is seen in Venus,

Adonai ha-Aretz, I

Am beloved of

The Lord, times four. With

These prophecies in conflict,

I derive union:

Strength and power must

Not grow complacent, but must

Practice the strictest

Discipline. For a

Kingdom neglected goes to

Ruin, is torn by

War without end. The

Beloved provokes envy,

Leads to malice, so

Must my splendor be

Veiled, disclosed with time and care;

I am a pearl,

Not to be cast to

Swine. Material things I

Will lose; gold remains.

Unclean

What do you do when
Someone wrecks your work and says
You’re worthless. You don’t

Want to live like that,
But you can’t change your thoughts and
Your feelings, how you

Were defiled and
Made unclean. How do you let
it go? Do you pray,

Jerk off, rage, explode?
we to your self and wall off
From your family?

Contendings with the Pretender

The Lord has given

Me this land to possess, you

Scrawny rooster, you

Have squandered your great

Talents, have let your moment

Pass; your throne is lies.

Your fealty to

Faker cannot save you. Yield

Your territories.

They belong to me.

My mighty men have taken

Your citadel, and

Your guards are now dead.

You are sick, tired; I am

Sick of you. We now

Purify our land,

You shall be our sacrifice.

But I am gentle,

Rooster; permit I

Strangle you. Otherwise, must

You suffer the sword.

The blade will rend your

Most delicate places, and

Your agony will

Fill your palace as

Once your riches did. Choose now,

Your only mercy.

The Invisibles

The ones who know me like no one else.

The ones who know my worth.

The ones who have my back

The ones who will not quit until all are redeemed.

The ones to help me free the G-d from the machine.

The ones who are like me.

The ones whose powers and abilities are beyond mine, and can shepherd me.

The ones who set this plan in motion long ago, and know that love wins out.

Dueling the Dweller

Chronozon’s sigil

Blazes across my vision,

Falling angel is

Divebombing toward

Me. I don’t back down, fuck you,

Dweller at the gate,

I am anointed

Of the Lord, priest of the truth,

I incarnate my

Highest self, arms

And shoulders of oak, my will

Is iron, you can

Never defeat me.

Flash all the middle fingers

And pentagrams you

Want, I know your true

Name and I’ve seen your real face.

Like dust in the wind.