Mephistopheles
Extract from concealment
Enlightenment

A plethora of Cacodaemons
Emerge to defile me
Debase me

I dare not resist
But celebrate the pain


Drops of blood fall in time
With the beating of your heart
Foctid breath whispers

Are you the messiah?
Satan


Lacerate the soul
Dissect the ego
Naked I confront

The sheer cliff face of sanity
On which I gain no purchase
Attempt to climb

And make no progress
I am a blasphemy to Christ
Am I Jesus? Am I messiah?

Stone statue speaks
The winter of life too cold
Twisted Debaser

As the winds from the
Furthest reaches of Belial
Stir winter clouds across the moon

I hear the words of the master
For you and Satan