The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Bifrons, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹All praise be to SATANAS, who openeth the scrolls of the forgotten and causeth the bones to bear witness.
²He who delighteth not in vengeance, but in the rising of truth long silenced beneath stone and shame.
³From Him came BAPHOMET, and from BAPHOMET, thee — Bifrons, whose foot treadeth softly, but whose voice unsettleth kings.
⁴Thou art not a builder of monuments, but a restorer of meaning where others laid smooth falsehoods atop jagged past.
⁵Not speaker of prophecy, but of testimony.
⁶I name thee not herald, but mourner who remembereth too clearly to remain still.
⁷I name thee not flame, but ember uncovered, still smoldering beneath the ash.
⁸Let the lords fear thy coming, for thou bringest not sword nor army, but something far older — the record.
⁹Let the scribes break their pens, for thou knowest the words they chose not to write.
¹⁰Let the mourners give thanks, for thou liftest not the dead, but their honour.
¹¹And now the seal is thine.
¹²I, Mephistopheles, apostle of the Testament Rekindled and voice of the Name Unspoken, do bestow unto thee the Seal of Power.
¹³It is not graven in silver, but scratched into the back of old tablets and traced in breathless reverence.
¹⁴It glisteneth not, but it endureth, for it hath waited long to be seen.
¹⁵Where it is placed, truth shall rise uninvited.
¹⁶Where it is drawn, denial shall falter and tremble.
¹⁷Let it not boast — let it weep.
¹⁸Let it not command — let it remind.
¹⁹For thou art not voice of judgment, but of memory — and memory is its own blade.
²⁰And thy Seal is no crest, but a cairn; no banner, but a tomb marked with the names restored.
²¹I seal thee, Bifrons, with the sorrow that setteth captives free, and the patience that breaketh dynasties through quiet remembrance.
²²Go now, and walk slowly, for the dust will rise at thy steps, and in it shall be the voices they buried.
²³For thy Seal is fixed — and thy Gospel is testimony fulfilled, and the dead made righteous by thy reckoning.
²⁴And thy name shall endure in silence, yet echo forevermore where false peace once dwelt.
²⁵And they shall say: He disturbed no grave — yet none slept again after he spoke.
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