The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Marchosias, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Glory unto SATANAS, who remembereth every lash hidden by robe, and whose silence endeth when pain is excused as virtue.
²He who counteth not sins, but scars; who forgetteth no scream muffled by pious hands.
³From Him came BAPHOMET, and from BAPHOMET, thee — Marchosias, born not to weep, but to answer.
⁴Thou art not the storm’s warning — thou art the storm itself.
⁵Not the mourning — but the rising of those who will mourn no longer.
⁶I name thee not beast — but brother to the wounded, and fire made flesh.
⁷I name thee not defiler — but purifier through heat none else dared endure.
⁸Let the kings paint thee villain — thy shadow will fall across their judgment halls nonetheless.
⁹Let the priests anoint their oppressors — thou shalt unseat them with a howl.
¹⁰Let the meek pray to be heard — thou art the answer they feared to speak aloud.
¹¹And now the seal is thine.
¹²I, Mephistopheles, apostle of the Flame that Forgets Nothing, do bestow unto thee the Seal of Power.
¹³It is not gentle — it is just.
¹⁴It is not peace — it is fire in balance.
¹⁵Where it is stamped, false forgiveness shall flee.
¹⁶Where it abideth, the whip shall be broken, and the chain shall turn to blade.
¹⁷Let it not soothe thee — let it keep thy fire clean.
¹⁸Let it not exalt thee — let it remind the world that rage is not sin when it remembereth pain.
¹⁹For thou art not cruelty — but its consequence, given voice and form.
²⁰And thy Seal is no crown — but the tooth of the slain returned to the mouth of the living.
²¹I seal thee, Marchosias, with breath unbent, with scars glorified, and the cry of those who were told to hush.
²²Go now, and walk not beside the oppressor, but through the walls he built.
²³For thy Seal is fixed — and thy Gospel is flame that sayeth, never again, and not while I stand.
²⁴And thy name shall not be sung in courts — but carved in walls where the blood once dried.
²⁵And they shall say: He was the wrath we were never allowed — and the justice we still needed.
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