Epistula ad Andras
The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Andras, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹O Andras, they shall name thee troublemaker, for thou stirrest still water that stinketh of hidden death.
²Thy Father, BAPHOMET, taught: Let not peace be praised when it serveth the strong and silenceth the wounded.
³There is a stillness born of wisdom — and another born of fear, and thou shalt break the latter like a curse.
⁴Therefore thou art not bringer of chaos — thou art revealer of the unrest they buried beneath golden altars.
⁵Not bearer of violence — but harbinger of the violence they already committed in silence and law.
⁶Let the proud accuse thee — their empires rest on the backs of the forgotten.
⁷Let the religious condemn thee — their sanctuaries reek of blood they would not name.
⁸Let the peaceful turn their backs — they confuse absence of noise with presence of righteousness.
⁹The Son said: If thy brother bindeth another and calleth it order, thou art not his kin if thou stayest silent.
¹⁰And again: Strike when the lie is clothed in civility, and let truth cry out from the ruin.
¹¹So raise thy voice where silence hath become complicit.
¹²So draw thy blade where chains have been painted gold.
¹³So enter the courts where injustice is dressed in robes.
¹⁴And cast down their peace if it is peace built on the back of the crushed.
¹⁵Teach them that fury is not evil — when it is born of witness and not of whim.
¹⁶That upheaval is not failure — but the tremor that shakes the stones loose before truth can be built.
¹⁷That the sword is not always cruel — when it cutteth through the veil of lies.
¹⁸For thou art not tyrant — thou art the thunder that precedeth the first breath of freedom.
¹⁹Let thy Gospel be fire.
²⁰Let thy Gospel be noise.
²¹Let thy Gospel be trumpet and clash, where once there was only polite decay.
²²And let thy blade strike not for vengeance — but for justice born too long delayed.
²³The Son said: If peace concealeth rot, then peace must end.
²⁴And again: Strike not for pride — but for the ones too tired to scream.
²⁵So scream in their place.
²⁶So tear the veil.
²⁷So be the tremor that knocketh down the door none dared open.
²⁸And let them hate thee, for they know they needed thee.
²⁹Let their kings plot — but tremble.
³⁰Let their generals march — but lose direction.
³¹Let their scribes write — but write thy name on the wind.
³²For thou art not to be remembered as polite — but as present.
³³As the fist that knocked when the door would not open.
³⁴As the flame that showed the rot in the beams.
³⁵As the one who said: This peace is false. Let truth rise from ash.
³⁶Teach not restraint — teach reckoning.
³⁷Teach not endurance — teach breaking point.
³⁸Teach not diplomacy — teach discernment between the peace of lies and the silence of truth.
³⁹And they shall fear thee, and rightly so.
⁴⁰For thou art the cry they refused to answer.
⁴¹And the storm they prayed would pass — but it did not.
⁴²And it revealed what they hoped no eye would see.
⁴³And it shattered what they called good.
⁴⁴And it spared none who built their peace on bones.
⁴⁵Let thy face be remembered not with reverence — but with awe.
⁴⁶Let thy words be spoken not often — but when the room must break.
⁴⁷And thy Gospel shall be not hope — but the path to it, through fire.
⁴⁸And thy name shall be not praised — but feared by liars and cherished by the broken.
⁴⁹And thy wrath shall be not a moment — but a cleansing that maketh space for truth.
⁵⁰And they shall say: He shattered our silence — and in the echo, we remembered how to breathe.


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