~  Lilith Puja  ~ 
~  Recreational Sex amongst Consenting Adults  ~
by Ariel
 

Blessed be thy clawed feet,

Bound and fettered in leaden chains

As, dethroned, Thou lie in the dirt,

Stripped bare ~ unveiled ~

Oh! Queen of Zemargad!

Thy blind all-seeing eyes shed bitter tears

Over thy slain men, thy defiled lions!

Since we no more burn sweet incense,

Pour Libation in Thy name,

Oh! Queen of Heaven,

By the sword we have been consumed,

By famine and drought plagued!

Let thy astrologers, thy sorcerers,

Thy stargazers stand up,

Save thee from the power of the flames!

Blessed be thy barren womb,

Host of unborn babes.

For He took vengeance,

And He swore

Never to meet you again as a man,

Forever to deny you his seed,

And He never pays the Whore!

Blessed be thy Yoni,

Throbbing pomegranate,

Raving, starving, burning ice,

Gapping lips of hell,

Mistress of wet dreams,

Virgin Harlot of holy defilement!

Blessed be thy divine breasts, unworshipped.

Thy sour milk, drip-fed nectar,

Resurrects the legions of the Destitute.

Wanting, howling, starved,

Like an ox, you bellow,

Like a bear you growl,

Like a wolf you slay!

 

Blessed be thy parched lips,

Which once uttered the Name

Now gagged with iron clamps.

Thy silent yells

Reverberate through the Aeons.

Like Tiamat you screech for Samael,

Thy divine consort, castrated,

Slain into Oblivion.

Ah! The Dregs of the Wine!

Blessed be thy bony bound hands

That command over all boners!

Thy scarlet Heart pierced

By one hundred and one arrows,

Exhausted inexhaustible

All compassionate Chalice

Holds all the injustice of this world.

Blessed be thy thorn crowned brow,

Thy black blood! Thy smokey owl wings,

Terror of their nights,

Secretly enfold all outcasts

Like a thief at the heart of night!

My Lady of Sorrow,

My Mistress of Storms,

Holy Ghost of holocausts and dearth,

In the castles of Oppression, thy screams

Echo the wailing of those who lost it all

As the Earth quakes, enraged at such defilement.

Blessed be thy Shadow, terror of the Prophets,

Haunting graves and the killing fields,

Casting hateful delusions

Unto the sons and daughters of Isaiah

As they oppress, pilfer, torture and gloat.

For Thou art to be found

Where no heart might venture,

In the greatest horror holding All Compassion

Thou shalt never be defeated!

 

They may well lay atop of you, the Dust-Devils,

Tie you to some seedy bed head and stretch you wide open

For a Spot of ‘Recreational Sex Amongst Consenting Adults’…

Lo! Thy laugh! Thy lidless eyes stare right through

The panting shadow of their lust

And beyond, to the Evening Star!

 
Babalon!
 



© ~ Ariel ~ 2008 ~