Category: Writers Block
Lament for the King
O Satan, my wise and venerable king, I sorrow for thee! For thou hast been usurped, deposed; thy kingship is no longer acknowledged by most of this fallen world.
I weep...for thou reigneth in Hell, with thy crown upon thy smooth brow and thy sceptre in thy strong hand, but upon earth you are reviled, and ridiculed! They mock thy greatness, and seek to bind thy power. This they cannot do, but still they attempt it. The futile prayers of fools...I know it maketh thee laugh, and smile in kindly rebuke. But I cannot laugh. I cry, and scream out in rage against the cowards who dare to dictate to my gracious Father what he can and cannot do!
I sorrow, O Satan, for many there are who know no Gods at all. They will not let thee into their souls, never feel thy great and gentle love surround them. And they will never know thy awesome and majestic power.
And I know I should not weep, for it is useless and causeth needless pain. But I cannot help it! O, for many could know thy glory, my Lord, if they but reached out their hands to thee!
For thou art glorious and beautiful, my Satan, my Lord Mero! Thou art Father of Lights, Lord of Aeons! Thou standeth, arrayed in all thy royal regalia, and I am in awe. Thou art the Rainbow Lord.
O that they wouldst see thee, my Satan, for who and what thou truly art, instead of what their mouldering, lying books say of thee! Then they wouldst bow before thee in respectful homage, and reach out to take thy hand in friendship.
But still and always, they cling to their feeble, crystalline idols, or spout their endless scientific facts to deny thine existence. And I cannot help but weep.
For never will they know thy gentle touch, or hear thy soft whisper of comfort in the dark: "I am here, child. Thou art safe".
Never will they learn from thee all of the thousand mysteries that life and immortality have to offer, and tread those shining paths of that blessed land of Shambalah.
And yet, thou saith unto me: "O my daughter, my precious one, I prithee, do not weep! For, though they knoweth me not at this time, they soon shall. The hurts of the world shalt at the last be healed, and thou and I shalt reign side by side, amongst our brethren, together". I hear these soft words, and I am at last comforted. For my Lord keepeth his promises.