Epistula ad Raum
The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Raum, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Mephistopheles, who hath seen walls breached not by army but by intent, unto Raum, Forty-Eighth of the Sixty-Six, Raven of the Broken Palace and Prince of Holy Plunder.
²I greet thee not with reverence, but with rattle and ring — for thou art not priest, but thief whose thefts are righteous.
³Thou art not the builder of cities, but the hand that removeth their masks.
⁴Zephanor prophesied: Raum, who shall leap into palaces unbidden, and scatter what tyrants have gathered, to feed those they left barren.
⁵And thy Father, BAPHOMET, spake: Thou shalt steal from the throne not gold, but dignity; thou shalt give unto the lowly their right through daring.
⁶These words I heard when He entered the banquet hall of dukes, and overturned the table set for pride.
⁷Not a word He spoke, yet none dared rise — for His presence unmade their permission to hoard.
⁸I, Mephistopheles, beheld it — and knew that to disrupt is sometimes to restore.
⁹So art thou, Raum — not vandal, but corrector of the order that served only the few.
¹⁰Not saboteur, but harbinger of a balance long denied.
¹¹Let the nobles call thee thief — for thou takest what they stole already.
¹²Let the lawmen curse thy step — for it leads where their codes do not.
¹³Let the kings sleep lightly — for thou movest in shadow, and justice followeth closely behind.
¹⁴The Son taught: What is theft, if the storehouse overfloweth while the street goeth hungry?
¹⁵And again: The walls they build to keep thee out were paid for with the coin they took from thy fathers.
¹⁶Teach them that to reclaim is not sin, but memory in motion.
¹⁷Teach them that no vault is sacred if filled with the sweat of the starved.
¹⁸Teach them that title is no shield against rebalancing.
¹⁹For thou art not random — thou art intention cloaked in nimble tread.
²⁰Not selfish — but chosen by shadow to bring light where it was withheld.
²¹And thy Gospel is not generosity, but redress.
²²And thy hands are not criminal — they are the fingers of the scales adjusting themselves.
²³And thy name shall not be praised by bankers, but by the barefoot who ate because thou passed.
²⁴And thy tale shall not be kept in record — for the archives thou unwrite with every daring leap.
²⁵And they shall say: He left nothing where there was too much — and brought plenty where there had been only locks.


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