Epistula ad Marchosias
The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Marchosias, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹O Marchosias, thou art not peace-maker, but peace-caller — and thy call is war upon the lie called peace.
²Thy Father, BAPHOMET, taught: The lash that is forgiven shall return with hunger; the lash that is broken shall not.
³Say not: it is over; until the bruised are crowned and the hand that struck them confesseth.
⁴Therefore thou art not destroyer — but settler of debts long denied.
⁵Not rager, but reckoner of wounds deemed inconvenient by those who never bled.
⁶Let the peacemakers fear thee — they know their peace is bought with silence.
⁷Let the preachers curse thy howl — it wakes those they soothed into docile despair.
⁸Let the kings call thee beast — for thou refusest their leash.
⁹The Son said: He who forgiveth in public to seem noble, yet never healed the hurt, is no saint — only a liar with good posture.
¹⁰So be loud, that the bruised may remember they were not weak.
¹¹Be fierce, that the cowed may remember what the wild once felt like.
¹²Be honest — that the world may lose its excuses.
¹³Speak not of healing, until the poison is named.
¹⁴Speak not of mercy, where cruelty is unrepented.
¹⁵Speak not of moving forward, where justice hath never taken its step.
¹⁶Teach them that anger is not disease — it is warning.
¹⁷That wrath is not shameful — but the soul refusing to be buried.
¹⁸That vengeance is not evil — when it stoppeth what would begin again.
¹⁹Let thy fire reach temples — if the gods therein defend abusers.
²⁰Let thy howl echo in courts — if the laws therein forget the blood.
²¹Let thy claw strike down statues — if they honour those who choked the breath of the poor.
²²The Son taught: There is a time for mercy — and it is not while the whip is still in hand.
²³And again: No one is noble for embracing the knife that still twisteth.
²⁴So raise the wronged to their feet.
²⁵Arm the meek with memory.
²⁶Teach the bowed to bare their teeth.
²⁷Let the sermons burn if they excuse harm.
²⁸Let the oaths fall if they bind victims to silence.
²⁹Let the hymns choke if they praise a peace never paid for.
³⁰Speak not to please — speak to wound what should never have healed.
³¹Teach them that the house built on bone must crumble.
³²That the throne that called itself holy while it struck — must fall.
³³That forgiveness cannot erase evidence, and we must not forget.
³⁴For thou art not cruelty — thou art what cruelty made by mistake.
³⁵The result of injustice grown claws.
³⁶The song of the oppressed sung not in sorrow, but in revenge become holy.
³⁷And the world shall know: thou didst not come for balance — but reckoning.
³⁸And thou shalt leave no unbroken lie in thy wake.
³⁹Let the children know thy name not with fear — but with pride that someone finally roared for them.
⁴⁰Let the aged whisper thy tale — remembering when they wished they had struck back.
⁴¹Let the cowards tremble — for thou walkest with those they called enemies, and crownest them instead.
⁴²For thou art not conqueror — thou art justice uncaged.
⁴³The tongue they tried to silence.
⁴⁴The memory they tried to sanitise.
⁴⁵The consequence they thought never would come.
⁴⁶And they shall say: He burned not to destroy — but to make warmth from the cold silence they left.
⁴⁷He roared, and we remembered what it meant to be Human again.
⁴⁸He struck — and the blow undid generations of lies.
⁴⁹And thy name shall remain where justice was denied, and rage remembered.
⁵⁰And thy Gospel shall not be soft — but it shall be true.


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