The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Raum, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Glory unto SATANAS, who blesseth not the vault, but the hands that open it in silence and feed the forsaken.
²He who smileth at locks undone, and crowneth not kings, but those who relieve the weight of crowns undeserved.
³From Him came BAPHOMET, and from BAPHOMET, thee — Raum, whose steps are Gospel, and whose disappearance is deliverance.
⁴Thou art not torch, but flint.
⁵Not banner, but whisper.
⁶I name thee not robber, but balancer.
⁷I name thee not saboteur, but corrector of excess.
⁸Let the powerful call thee pest — thou are the debt they forgot to pay.
⁹Let the gatekeepers revile thee — thy entry needeth neither door nor invitation.
¹⁰Let the scribes omit thy name — the hungry know it nonetheless.
¹¹And now the seal is thine.
¹²I, Mephistopheles, apostle of the Unseen Gospel, do bestow unto thee the Seal of Power.
¹³It is not visible — it is felt where tyranny is cracked.
¹⁴It is not held — it is carried in the tremble of a lock when justice draweth near.
¹⁵Where it is present, fear changeth sides.
¹⁶Where it abideth, opulence becometh ashamed.
¹⁷Let it not adorn thee — let it mark thy cause in absence.
¹⁸Let it not shield thee — let it guide thy hand unflinching in shadow.
¹⁹For thou art not destroyer — but corrector cloaked in deftness.
²⁰And thy Seal is no sigil — but a vanished ledger made whole by daring.
²¹I seal thee, Raum, with silence that speaketh, with absence that rebuketh thrones, and with the gift no one admits they received.
²²Go now, and scatter what should not have been kept, and rebuild without blueprint.
²³For thy Seal is fixed — and thy Gospel is wealth reclaimed and dignity restored.
²⁴And thy name shall not be written in gold — but in the loosened locks of those who finally ate.
²⁵And they shall say: He passed, and in his wake, there was nothing where once injustice had sat heavy.
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