Category: Writers Block
Infernal Rhapsody
I sing to thee, O Satan, rapturous and jubilant King of this World! Arrayed in royal splendour art thou, in magisterial grace!
Thou, who art Lord of Ages, who seest far and who art anointed, the deathless one.
Heavy kingship should like upon thy brow, yet thou doth bear it with grace, love and dignity. Thou lovest still thy wayward children, though they mock and turn aside from thy great wisdom.
I am safe, enfolded in thy silken wings, wrapped in thy love and protection. Woe to those who wouldst seek to harm me! Thy wroth wilt break upon them as the storm!
To know thee is my one great desire; to know thy thought, and thy soul! Thou, Satan, art my magnificent obsession.
Thou art my fountain, from whence floweth my strength and my inspiration. May I drink from it daily!
Lift me up, Father, to thy great heights! O thou, keeper of a thousand blisses, let me have but one glimpse of thy shining face!
I seek only to do thy will, and all I do, I do for thy glory, and to magnify thy precious name!
Satan, my Master, thy absolute victory is assured! Let thou assume thy rightful dominion over this earth!