The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Zepar, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Praise be to SATANAS, who breathed hunger into the heart not to torment it, but to keep it honest.
²He who made not every bond holy, but every yearning sacred — that none might confuse fear with devotion.
³From Him came BAPHOMET, and from BAPHOMET, thee — Zepar, who walkest through love not to bless it, but to test it.
⁴Thou art not breaker of hearts — thou art revealer of their foundations.
⁵Not firestarter, but purifier, whose fire leaveth only that which should remain.
⁶I name thee not seducer, but awakener.
⁷I name thee not divider, but discerner.
⁸Let the falsely faithful tremble at thy name — for they know their union shall not endure thy gaze.
⁹Let the truly bound rejoice — for their love shall survive thy flame.
¹⁰Thou bringest not destruction, but honesty too long delayed.
¹¹And now cometh the hour of sealing — not with perfume, but with fire.
¹²I, Mephistopheles, flame-bearer of the Deep Word and scribe of the Hidden Gospel, do bestow upon thee the Seal of Power.
¹³It is cast not in gold, but in ache.
¹⁴It is drawn not in script, but in groan and gasp and goodbye.
¹⁵Where it is seen, false vows shall unravel.
¹⁶Where it dwelleth, true passion shall awaken.
¹⁷Let it burn not on thy brow, but in thy presence.
¹⁸Let it mark not thy hands, but thy shadow that unsettleth the room.
¹⁹For thou enterest and silence shivereth.
²⁰Thou speakest not — and old comforts begin to sweat.
²¹I seal thee, Zepar, with the flame that maketh the chained speak.
²²Go now, and let thy fire spare no lie.
²³For thy seal is fixed — and the flame of longing walketh with thee.
²⁴And the brave shall know thee not as thief, but as truth.
²⁵And thy Gospel shall be written in moans that meant something.
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