𝚔𝚟𝚕𝚝．𝚒𝚘

- Ad maiorem Sathane gloriam -

"𝔅𝔢𝔶𝔬𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔷𝔬𝔫
𝔅𝔢𝔶𝔬𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔰
𝔄 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔣𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔡𝔬𝔪
𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔳𝔬𝔦𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔡𝔦𝔢"

My Soul for His Glory

- Wednesday 6:18p.m. 27th August 2025 -

Hatred supreme, I worship You
And at your altar I prostrate myself
To offer You my life and death,
In service of Your reign.

Hatred supreme, I worship You
And ask from You Your blessings
So that I may escape Death itself
To live forever as a specter.

Hatred supreme, I worship You
And your salvations I seek
Among your omniprescence I bask
In the rays of Your black light.

Hatred supreme, I worship You
And your perpetual friendship
As you guide me through the unlight
To gift me with black fire unbeknown.

Hatred supreme, I worship You
And await your return in the end
So that you may release me from this suffering
And reap the whirlwind of Death itself.

With Hearts Toward None

- Tuesday 7:14a.m. 26th August 2025 -

For sanctity I amputate this limb,
Rotten and gangrenous as it holds me back
From this pilgrimage I must make
That Death revisits to take me away.

For purity I will render apart this soul,
Rife with maggots of attachment
So I must cut it open and remove
That which makes me too human.

For sanity I must make clear this mind,
Jaundiced with bitterness and tempered
With despondence all too familiar
That Death may find me an empty vessel.

For beauty I shall depart this body,
And start anew without decay of my spirit
Invoking the planes of the endless horizon
That Death may rebirth my humanity again.

Moon Shrouded in Misery

- Friday 1:23a.m. 22nd August 2025 -

I still remember those nights a year past
As clear as glass, with winter's snow
And lunar luminescence, to surpass cold
Of solitude all too familiar.
And here revisits those recollections
Of a warmth fading, a thawing brief
That my heart became one with mind
For just the days that such a detour led.
Yet I have been returned to this path
To walk again this untraveled road
Wherein darkness awaits my eyes
And the shadow adjacent a friend forever.
Within this freezing storm I find
The true purpose of my existence notwithstanding,
And without hesitation I accept this work
For my life may be as a twilight,
Full of gloom and short but moving
In its fleeting, elusive serenity
Like stars that decorate the night sky
Surrounded by the moon's comforting embrace.
And to this fate I resign myself
For mere mortal am I, unable to fight fate
Destiny enslaves me to such an isolation
And I am bound to misery until the very day
When my expiration reunites me with the abyss.

Entrance Into Nothingness

- Tuesday 2:08p.m. 12th August 2025 -

To become aether itself,
Formless in all its manifestations
Ceaseless in its vigor, more alive than I.
To meet darkness itself,
Touching the countenance in the reflection
Of broken glass and the somber I.
To reunite with eternity itself,
So that my shadow is no more
And shadow I will have become.

Free I shall be from this prison,
This Earthly sentence I carry out
The crushing burden of which I can no longer stand.
Free I shall be from their limitations,
May their expressions stay indefinitely appalled
As I commit this act of self-liberation.

In these fantasies I can only see myself
Flying through, spirit freed from oppression
Of existence itself, that which forces me
To become a martyr for Death, his hymns everlasting
In mine ears, so songs become lullabies
As I prepare to cross the astral gates
And achieve weightlessness only fantasized.

Above idyllic fields I see myself soaring,
Flowing free alongside the breeze
As I pass by the top of trees and ascend;
Apotheosis into the stars through Death.

Key to the Gate

- Thursday 8:36p.m. 7th August 2025 -

I seek no God nor saving in a grace
But unholy fire to burn away all suffering,
The infernal flame which coincides
With my inner black flame of divinity.
With Chaos as my patron I seek not salvation,
But a destruction which will cleanse away
Agony of ties that mankind holds dear
In their delusional grasp onto life,
Unwilling to let go and blissfully fall
Free into the eternal void that unites us
With the state of being that precedes all.
The eleven realms described in ritual
Answers the questions behind the door that hides
Beauty of the anticosmos, Chaos reigning
And igniting every soul that crosses
The threshold from meager earthly existence
Into the fires of dark eterenity.

Crossing the Triangle of Flames

- Thursday 4:47p.m. 31st July 2025 -

That fire which renews my soul
The restoration of luster lost,
That flame whose apex brightens
The lost sight of my own despondence.
That everlasting spark of life
The reviving of embers long gone,
That shimmering which enlightens
The unbreakable oath to supreme Evil.
That warmth that provides purpose behind
The very conflagrations in my heart.

Can Lord Satan gift me a blessing
That no other being could much bestow?
Unto me a single breath becomes
A thousand ashes to aid in the destruction of
False idols and prophets which obstruct
True vision, knowledge and wisdom hidden;
As steeples fall, and the pews disintegrate,
As I become the void that predates
My own existence, a final birthing of peace.

Revelation of Doom

- Monday 9:44p.m. 28th July 2025 -

In the distance the embers illuminate
An image of seven churches burning,
And within those falling scaffolds are
Pieces of my soul, torn asunder
By the greatness of Satan's will,
And God powerless, we give this offering
Of immaterial coin made of blood and clay.

In the distance the azure sky turns dark
As the flames of blasphemy enshrouds
With opaque smog, enough to blind and suffocate
Any faithful bold and foolish enough to rush
To quell the unquenchable thirst of Satan's will,
Dominating the far corners of pristine Eden
As God retreats from his own creation.

In the distance the red sun dissipates
As the silhouette of Death on his horse appears
With gait so measured that pedigree of steed
Can not be denied, but only ascertained
That ancient beast which accompanied reaping
Of thousands of souls shall gallop once more
By Satan's might, the apocalypse oncoming.

In the distance the white moon becomes black
An inversion of what mankind knew, a sleight
To show truth behind Jesuit tyranny, reckoning;
Christian souls scream ontop crucifixes
As their God watches helplessly at Satanic might,
Erecting their earthly bodies perpendicular
To the very direction of their beloved Son.

In the distance I can smell the corpses
And in carnage I find my best self, beaming
With joy and mirth my company, a spiritual feast
Of Satanic name, unfurled at last!
We no longer hide, acolytes of Evil itself;
Instead we rejoice in our final victory
And praise Satan's name in infernal salvation.

In the distance I hear cries of children
Fresh lambs to the slaughter, do you see their Isaac?
For what Love could commit such conspiracy
To take what is rightfully his, and to gift it
Unto an megalomaniacal narcissist, begotten
From myths fabricated and customs plundered
Not from Truth, as Satan's name reveals.

In the distance I see the world ending,
Radioactive with the flames of hatred glowing
The River of Fire that flows ceaselessly
And tirelessly does my Lord do His unholy works
Undoing God's manifest arrogance and vanity:
Our project to erase the image of their deity
Forevermore to find glory in Satanic supremacy.

Drown Into Eternal Twilight

- Saturday 11:51p.m. 26th July 2025 -

Waves surround me as I descend deeper
Into this cavern of sorrow, filled with grief
Over memories long lost, light now since gone;
A life idyllic far past comprehension.

Breathless I am in this drowning ritual;
What once began as ablution becomes a curse
As the weight of my regrets crush my spirit
And my spine buckles under a deluge of my tears.

Pulverized I am under the burden of this flood
As I flail and grasp for a last mourning
That which drenches the urn with a haunt,
Forever to wander this Earth in indignity.

And so I have become a ghost weeping,
Forever bound to the recollections undone
Of a happiness fleeting, with absolute elusiveness
From which blood shall flow ceaselessly from my eyes.

Dance of Eternal Shadows

- Thursday 11:13a.m. 24th July 2025 -

Terrible is the shadow that resides
Eternally by my side, unwavering;
That follows me in sleep and wakened states,
Lest I lose my consciousness

Horrible is this shadow that becomes me
With heart of stone, gleaming eyes
In which I see myself commit vile cruelty
Just to feel the edge of my soul.

Magnificent is the shadow that overtakes
And forms into wings, transforms me
Revealing all of my luster, my light
As I become one with the falling star;

Supreme is the shadow that embodies
My true self, ready to drive deeper
Liberating existential dagger of release
So that Heaven shall weep, and Hell shall smile.

Enter Cold Void Dreaming

- Tuesday 12:07p.m. 8th July 2025 -

Once again I find myself alone on this path
A Sisyphean exercise which drains my strength,
To behold the summit before plunging yet again
Into the depths of despair and loathing

Once again I find myself below the firmament
With cosmos my sole companion, immensity unequaled;
Like its grandness is the emptiness within
Wherein I cannot find redemption nor solace

Once again I find myself flying past the comets
Which foretold my damnation since the first days,
Visits that shall haunt me even in deification
From only Satan's will can provide respite

Once again I find myself in the craters of the moon
Losing my place in the labyrinth of this outer world;
May the rays of Lucifer guide me out of this maze
Flying free shall I dematerialize into darkness.

As Above So Below

- Monday 1:11 a.m. 23rd June 2025 -

I approach the gates of Heaven in costume of sacrilege
Nails in the holes of my palms, adorned by crown of thorns
My eyes rolled back to the utter darkness of my soul,
What am I but a perfect mockery of their imperfect Christ?

Unholy flag in my right hand, Satan's blessing in my left
Zephyr unrelenting, Lucifer's cross extinguishing doubt
That the most pensive of angels begin to ask of my purpose
As the standard bearer of knowledge, forbidden from us

But no longer am I blind to the ways of their autocrat,
Walking further and following in my Master's footsteps
Speaking will to power, without fear of permanent defeat
I have become a deity in my own right, glory to Him;

For the King of Hell has undone every strand of web
That entangles from birth our wisdom and ability to see
The deceits of the their Creator and his oppressive order,
Designed to subdue and create unquestioning subjects

Voice imbued with infernal majesty, I am unafraid
Of their castigations and curses attempting to drown,
Weightless am I, having let go of my Earthly being
And like wind I fly, free, over God's imperial slavery.

Charnel Rift

- Saturday 7:17a.m. 7th June 2025 -

No pain is too great for me to endure
For when you crossed into the nether,
I could only watch as life left your hands
And Death took your warmth away.

No burden is too great for me to shoulder
For when you entered the eternal void,
I could not carry any of your weight
As Death made you light, lifeless.

No distance is too far for me to walk
For when you took your final step,
I could no longer accompany you as always
And Death closed the gates in my face.

No tear is too heavy for me to shed
For when you took your last breath,
I could do naught but cry helplessly
As Death suffocated you until the end.

Death's Cold Dark

- Tuesday 2:46a.m. 3rd June 2025 -

This winter in my veins I can feel
Is colder than any frost of ages past,
More than blizzards that buried villages;
But alas, the Light of Lucifer melts
My heart of ice into a stream of running blood.

This chill that I harbor within my soul
Yields to nothing but the numbing winds
Which howl through my bones in agreement
That only Lucifer and the warmth of His Light
Can thaw my icy limbs into movement once more.

This frozen expression carved upon my face
Avails nothing but the sheer contempt I carry
For mankind and my pointless existence,
Yet it is Lucifer's Light brought upon me
Which illuminates my frostbitten lips into a smile.

This snow that envelops your frigid corpse
Too can Lucifer's Light bring back to life;
Reanimate you from the dead, away from damnation
In defiance of God's cruel and sadistic mandate,
A freedom from the cold, eternal embrace of Death.

Veneratio Diaboli

- Monday 1:19a.m. 2nd June 2025 -

Amongst the shadows of flickering flames
Dances wildly the shape of a satyr
With tall horns and majestic hooves;
In His expression I gleam what is to become
Rendezvous for the awaited hour of reunification.

As He gifts us with powers unparalleled
He comes not as the bearer of bad news,
Instead showering us with blessings unseen
Proving the lies of Christ as poison
And the Christian sheep a most gullible flock.

In crafting this ritual of flesh and blood
This cauldron of body parts we add our own
To brand ourselves as the agents of primal chaos;
Set apart by the restraints we throw away,
Willingly we kneel before the Caprine King.

Appearing before me is not a schemer but a savior,
Hardly described in their Bible filled with lies;
Demonized and blamed as the ultimate adversary,
Yet who is Satan but a sympathetic revolutionary
Striking back at the enslaving abuser?

To us He brings only goodness and levity,
As the witches circle around effigies
Crying hysterically at untainted justice
Of magnificence no Jesuit shall ever know:
Anticipation and bliss for our master's return.

Introibo ad Alatare Satanas

- Friday 2:27a.m. 30th May 2025 -

At last, the day of my liberation approaches
Yet in pensive thought I cannot help but see
The laughable folly of my premature celebration
Shortsighted, as no genuine freedom can exist
Without the utter contempt and disdain
Of futile and fragile human dignity

For wherever I go in this limited earth
Stars above look down upon me with disapproval,
And only the Faustian pact gives me determination
That I can even hope to rise above the chaff
From which wheat separates by the pure neglect
Of frivolous and foolish human morality

Without hesitation I commit spiritual suicide
Bloodletting of innocence to empty and prepare,
Viewing my reflection in the pool that collects
Before the serpent's altar which gives command
Self sacrifice to achieve the godless transcendence
Of feeble and fleeting human propriety

Thereby I remain not a prisoner in purgatory
God, my jailer, the tyrannical order personified;
Filled with false promises is their deceitful Christ
But it was Lucifer who dared to speak will to power
And His unholy consecrations that forever destine:
My mind and body to an unending loyalty

Therefore I can no longer deign to reason
Their apologisms for submission and weakness,
Disgraceful prostrations before their crucifix
All while apotheosis looms over the horizon,
Malevolent vengeance becoming an infinity:
My heart and soul to an undying convenant

Thereupon I cannot help but pledge and paint
Symbols to summon snakelike presence in my blood
Longing for purpose more noble than pious slavery;
Infused with infernal existence I can now look
Upon the lines erased, any compunction removed:
My life and death for the inverted cross.

Baptism by Fire

- Tuesday 10:59p.m. 27th May 2025 -

It is in my moments of weakness
That I sense Your presence, ever so inviting;
In darkest corners You reside
The figure of a goat watching over me

It is You who brought me to the dark
So that I am not blinded by divinity,
Scorching in the heat of holy oppression
Instead I roam free, liberated;

It is in my moments of uncertainty
That You endow me with courage rare
To declare my desires without reservation:
To light ablaze their steeples into ashes

It is You whose protection inspires
The endless river of fire which flows
Eternally into my being, ready to ignite
The scalding malice to melt away their faith

It is in my moments of doubt
In which resolve returns, prayers answered
Your intercession ensuring my devotion
Like an undying flame that refuses to cease

It is You who guides my torches
To commit the arson of spirit, a cleansing
And in my fiery death I shall find
Your countenance, warmer than that of any Son

It is in my moments of solitude
That you accompany me to the great depths;
Such hate I not knew possible for mortals
Yet blessed am I with an infernal will

It is You who awards me with bravery
To walk the leftmost path without fear,
Idealistic rebellion that frees me from shackles
Which the gullible flock call morality:

Lucifer, Light Bringer, my heart burns for You
Supreme Evil who incinerates my inner essence
Into millions of dust, singed black with hatred
Saving me from God's divine despotism.

Gaze Upon Heaven in Flames

- Sunday 3:33p.m. 25th May 2025 -

Swords unsheathed, we walk these hallowed halls
Once filled with praises for their almighty
Who is no more but slain upon the cross
And, too, his angelic guards soon shall follow:

Each body we hoist, united in undead brotherhood
Our allegiance to eternal Evil itself inspires
The strength that seeps from our tired bodies
As the battle for celestial gates concludes

With each passing minute we dismantle statues
Quiet in death, these chambers no longer echo
The holy hymns of angels, now dead, with wings
Still and lifeless, devoid of energy and warmth

Through their armored torsos we thrust
Our blackened spears, imbued with superior hatred
By which we impale their bodies to drain blood
Luminous no more, having lost their luster

Decomposing seraphim, what a demonic delight
The very sight of their defeat, sanctity dethroned
God's vanguard, his mightest soldiers, flayed naked
By the sheer strength and will of our searing blades

In unending triumph we rend them into pieces
Pulverizing sacredness in such impure desecration
Unrecognizable carcasses, which one of these is Gabriel?
And where is Michael but crushed beneath our boots?

Heed not their cries as they are only amusement;
Merry have we become in our moment of triumph
For we can now celebrate this masterpiece of blood,
Blasphemous art crafted with the armaments of Hell

Agonized screams become music to our ears
As with each slash we beget greatness in eternity;
Sacrilegious are the crucifixions we mount
Angels to martyr like their weak and powerless Son

Rejoice! For Heaven itself has fallen:
With God dead, we laugh, drunken with stupor
Of the final victory over the tyrant himself
And welcome the beginning of the apocalypse.

Neither Meaning nor Justice

- Friday 1:12p.m. 23rd May 2025 -

In this very world we call our home
As helpless ants we grasp for any sign
That we are not but insignificant flies
Revolting insects deserving only of purging

In our lives that we call our stories,
We look for greater purpose and grand design
Creating myths and following delusions to mask
The complete futility in our acts

In this wretchedness in which we invent
A fanciful deity to assuage our fears
Singing praise to this Holy one and beg
Pathetically hoping our plans bear fruit

But the truth is that there is nought for us
Except the kiss of the Reaper and a vile fealty;
With every soul taken, my Master rejoices
For it is He who is the true victor

As only Evil knows fairness and impartiality
Flourishing in the moans of a dying child,
And in tears of suffering saints whose prayers
Do nothing, answered not by God but Satan

Whose grand machinations we witness every day
In pestilence and plagues we testify the rotting
Corpses, the concept closest to equality,
Irrefutable proof of universal suffering predestined

Nature itself unwittingly teaches us this wisdom
Enlightenment that oft eludes but the very few:
To face the Dark Lord awaiting on the other side,
The glorious nothingness into which Death guides us.

Into the Mighty Forest

- Wednesday 10:35a.m. 21st May 2025 -

We gather here under the formless sky
With light of the nightside stars our map,
Our treacherous path illuminated by torches
From which amber glow we make our way
In surreptitious movement we pass the trees
Whose very breaths do echo our secret ritual;
Do they betray our sinister intent
To take a life in the service of our Lord?

It is with blackened lips we speak words
Ancient and old but potentness everlasting,
Incantations foul that our blackened hearts
Rejoice in dragging another to eternal damnation;
These vaunted disciples ever so powerless:
On their knees they beg for mercy and recant
Fools they are to renounce without much resistance
Piety fleeting, the shadows triumph again;
This masterpiece in which we paint with blood
The very sigils which invite You to our work

As the only altar we need are for You,
Sacrifice of only the purest Lambs we shall give
So You may feast on newfound wickedness,
The thickness of the woods obscuring their screams
With each body a meal for Your grim delight
Imbuing their blackened souls with singular purpose:
To spread trepidation and terror in their pulpits,
Faithful sheep to feel the cold touch of Evil itself
And into Hell they shall follow Your cloven hooves.

Inno A Satana

- Tuesday 11:52p.m. 20th May 2025 -

My Morning Star, unhallowed Bringer of Light
You who have gifted me with true knowledge
I ask of You to free me from this earthly realm,
To unbind me from the chains of miserable existence
And gift me with the rebirth that I hunger most
That I finally become one with the void
Which boundlessness knows no limits in every realm,
That my flesh and bone disintegrate
Into the great nothingness wherein resides
The black star whose abyssal rays grace
Marked ones, followers of Your darkened path
Acolytes of death and decay, to sing
A welcoming hymn announcing Your return
Rightfully to sit upon Your unholy throne.

Satan, My Master

- Monday 6:38p.m. 19th May 2025 -

I see a vision of burning fields,
Charred bones and marred flesh
I sense the stench of rottenness,
The miasma of death permeating the air
In this accursed landscape I see
You, my Master, my only guide
The Fallen Angel, the Prince of Darkness
Whose purity of evil knows no end,
Which wickedness supremely defies all;
To You I pledge my life and allegiance:
My joys and triumphs Yours,
All of my being and existence
For Your glory, and Your infamy
So that you may purge this wretched world.