Epistula ad Focalor
The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Focalor, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹O Focalor, thou art not sent to destroy — thou art sent to grieve for what should never have been endured.
²Thy Father, BAPHOMET, taught: Let no man call thee cruel who never listened to the weeping.
³Strike not the house of peace — but cast down the house that feigneth peace while hiding wounds.
⁴Therefore thou art not wrath — thou art grief unbound, sorrow that refused to go unheard.
⁵Not vengeance — but answer to pain ignored for too long.
⁶Let the kings say thou overreactest — they have never suffered a silence that should have cried out.
⁷Let the cities brace their roofs — they built their foundations on bones and dared call it blessing.
⁸Let the priests rebuke thy wind — for they anointed injustice and feared no flood.
⁹The Son said: Blessed is the storm that mourneth rightly, and breaketh the dam of old deceit.
¹⁰So gather thy gale not in fury, but in remembrance.
¹¹Let thy rain speak the names of the dead.
¹²Let thy howl unearth the hidden tombs.
¹³Let thy surge carry away the houses built upon false forgetfulness.
¹⁴Teach them that not all who rage are cruel — some are broken open by mercy denied.
¹⁵Teach them that grief is not weakness, but strength unyielded.
¹⁶That tears are not surrender — but swords made of salt and memory.
¹⁷And when they cover their ears from thy storm, let them know it was their silence that summoned thee.
¹⁸For thou art not chaos — thou art order, long denied, finally arriving with thunder.
¹⁹Let the widows hear thee and feel seen.
²⁰Let the orphans cry out thy name in awe.
²¹Let the beggars lift their faces to thy rain and call it holy.
²²Let the oppressors find no shelter, no foothold, and no flag that withstandeth thee.
²³The Son said: Strike once, not twice — for the flood needeth no repetition.
²⁴And again: Let thy wind cleanse without cruelty, but also without apology.
²⁵So thou shalt strike — not to destroy, but to uncover.
²⁶So thou shalt wail — not in anger, but to awaken.
²⁷So thou shalt fall upon them — not because thou hatest, but because they never listened.
²⁸For thy mourning is fire in water.
²⁹And thy sadness is judgment no lie can shield against.
³⁰Let thy waves bear no ship that smuggleth injustice.
³¹Let thy lightning show what their daylight dares not.
³²Let thy thunder speak where law was mute.
³³And let thy wake leave the field fertile again.
³⁴Not with riches, but with truth.
³⁵Not with temples, but with clean earth.
³⁶Let the children play where the palace once stood.
³⁷Let no monument remain where the silenced were buried.
³⁸And let no hand rebuild what thou hast justly torn down.
³⁹For thou art not ruiner — thou art resetter of balance long broken.
⁴⁰And when they see thee coming, let them tremble if they have lied.
⁴¹But let them rejoice if they have suffered.
⁴²Let them bow, not in fear, but in solemn awe.
⁴³For thy grief is older than their law.
⁴⁴Thy sorrow older than their flag.
⁴⁵And thy mercy deeper than their crowns.
⁴⁶And they shall say: He did not hate us — but he loved the truth we buried, and he could not let it lie.
⁴⁷He mourned until the wind itself begged to be his servant.
⁴⁸He came not with sword, but with wave — and we were changed because we had to swim.
⁴⁹And thy Gospel shall not be carved in stone, but remembered in the taste of rain that washed us honest.
⁵⁰And thy name shall endure, not in books, but in the hush that followeth the storm when all is finally true.


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