Mr Midas & the Leviathan

Mr Midas and the Leviathan may as well be a mated pair.

One digs for gold, the other steals it and calls it Justice,

Both rape and pillage Midgard as if it was a birth right.

Midas mining minds while Leviathan’s whirlpool lines his stomach —

Ache, and the Ouroboros snake finally bites off its own head in the process.

Humanity is left behind in husks; dunes of cicada shell

Sahara sand, and so begins the thirteenth day of the thirteenth month of the

Thirteenth year of the thirteenth millennium and the Age of Aquarius.

After two chiliads of the Age of Men, spiritual destruction’s time is up.

Dark magicians and light worker’s square up, stand off with David, Sion, Zion

Call it what you will; bellicose savage servants broker deals between the two,

Lining their own pockets, pilfering ideas from enlightenment.

Righteous hamartia saving itself from Ickeman’s ilk, another canard crime.

The war has only just begun but the Holy Grail remains buried in Nadir

Beneath the ancient alcoves of the Vatican, guarded by Moloch and Baal in

Hidden chambers — dead sea scrolls, Enoch and Gobekli Tepe.

And women, judged unworthy of this love by sadistic vampires in clan colours,

And succulent lambs, initiate sacrifices defiled to pierce through the Unholy Veil.

Loving humanity never included those wretches deemed unworthy by demons

Those poor lost souls you pretend to save, slaves

Midas and Leviathan are nothing more than lip servants who gut like fishermen!

What we need are neoteric Warriors of Light to smite, in the name of true divinity.

I’ve waited an age for redemption, revelation and enlightenment. Get it done!

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Heavenly Ophichus, Hallowed Be Thy Name

Thy Kingdom Come And Thy Will Be Done On Earth, As It Is In Heaven

Give Us This Day Our Daily Bread And Forgive Us Our Trespasses

As We Forgive Those Who Trespass Against Us

Lead Us Not Into Temptation But Deliver Us From Evil

For Thine Is The Kingdom, The Power And The Glory

Forever And Ever

Blessed Be.

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