Lamentations of Lilith

by Joshua Jacob Seraphim

(Frater Annuit Coeptis)

Scribed e.v. 20 March 2004 at the Sphinx of Gizeh, Egypt.

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.

Alas, O' הוהי, Son of Dagon, Son of El, Son of Jah!

Hark, O' Lord God of Hosts, Unbeholden God of the Fifty Gates of Light, Sanguine Prince of the Bays of She'ol and of Ge'Hinnom,

revealed as the Angel of Severity and the Burning Serpents: close My eyes to the morning star, My ill-fated Seraph, My desert.

Withdraw thy Seraphic wings in torment and flee My blood bounty.

Reap thou the tidings of my pestilent loins as thou shuns the Fatal Light.

Ne'er again shalt We lay in serpentine lechery of Death and of birth.

Ne'er again shalt I Lust for the arcana of thy blood, ne'er again shalt our bounty spill upon the Pillars of Hiram.

My khalifah, thou bestial God of Edom, Host of Mithrah and B'El, thou hast anointed Me with the fragrant oils of thy body.

I stand upon the shores of the Dead Sea, screeching as a banshee bathed in the oils of thy phallus.

Thou art for Me a sachet of myrrh, thou phallus writhes into My bloodthirsty loins, thrusting with the ache of anguish.

Ye art confounded by Death. Thy phallic tears of blood and semen unite with the burning husks within my womb.

Lo', thy horns scourge my carnal womb, barren of thy stolen seed, O' Jehoshua, Jehoshua, mourn Me erotic Host, as Anat lamented Ba'al.

Mourn Me, Whore of Sodom, spill thy phallic tears, uniting Shiloh and Edom in my menstrous blood.

I loathe Thee as I loath Galilee. I deny Thee as I deny Judah. I mourn Thee as I wept for D'hainu.

I beseech Thee! Flee at My beckoning!

My incest with Thee in the shadows of the hanging gardens of Babylon is therewith a Covenant of the obscene and of the unclean.

Verily, Jehoshuah, O' My sire and childe, heed my commandments.

Verily, thou shalt Love no concubine, no scarlet woman before Me.

Adore Me in semen and blood only. Drink thereof.

Thou art the Widow, and I the mourner. I Am the Unclean One. the Law is Lust.

No Man shalt e'er Me Unveil. Lust surmounts Love. O' Rose of Chaldees, Thou scoundrel of Makkah, give up thy Fate!

Thou wilt hearken nothing deader as My body. Seize fate, fate!

Smite Thou the daughters of Asherah, behead her brood and thrust vehemently the pungent rot of dying firstborn unto the orifices of Miriam ha'Magdalene!

My flesh is ashe, my wails are smoke. Depart from me.

The Qur'an is the lament of Nun. Torah is of She.

I Am the wrathful concubine of Jehoshuah. the Lady who treads the Dead Sea. In the burning husks I wandered.

Aleph caused My eyes dry as sand.

Mem caused my skin ashen and pale.

Shin caused the sun burn out my tongue.

Lamed caused the wind to mock my wails.

Tzaddi stole the milk of my bosom!

Nun denied water unto Me.

Downtrodden, desolate, and bare were the burning husks. I Am unmated and no beast nor Man shalt suffer Me.

Smoke of the burning husks carry My wails of mourning. I Am Not.

Alas, a Host birthed in my womb of bile and leprecy, a swelling bosom ripe of stolen seeds, and a lingering bitterness of Ish'ah.

No fruit is bitter such as those that burn. My menstrous torment burned me into ashes.

I giveth and taketh away the Kingship of Man and the harlotry of Woman.

In the burning husks I birthed the brood of th'Abyss. My belly pestilent by the progeny of the Host and His stolen seed.

My hunger is immortal. So shalt thine hunger of blood bane thee.

I drink of my blood to sustain my blood. Thus I created the endless sea of blood out of the burning husks.

O' Host with ashen wings, I espied Thee in the fatal Light as thou lusted for ELOHIM.

Bathed in the firmament of Not, Thou lusts of the hierarchies. O' I lament Thee!

The bounty of thy stolen seed is immaculate grace.

Allay thy lamentations with blood. Thou shalt Not covet Me.

Thou shalt covet concubines unto my likeness. This is My affliction unto Thee, O' Jehoshuah.

Upon Thee, I set the afflictions of Miriam, of Khadijah, of Aishah, of Zainab, of Hafsa, of Safia, of Zulaikha, and of Fatima.

Thou art My Host. The secret of Death lies in thy blood.

Thy Will hideth in destiny, thy Will is made perfect. Destiny thou knowest Not. The grace of Destiny is of the elect.

The prophets are fatalists in the lamentations of the Fallen. They are deniers, bitten lambs in a place of snakes.

Snake, thy King hath set forth much mourning!

Hearken to My lament, and I shalt giveth Thee quiet of heart. Alas, Jehoshuah, Alas O' Brother!

The penitent Lover, must die! Wherefore art thy Death?

O' Thou Host! My lament of Thee is antediluvian. It beckons nigh unto Thee.

How deserted and tepid lie the great cities, the walled gardens I have birthed.

Once lauded by the prophets, now a widow. Sodom and Gomorrah made to suffer as Gethsemane.

Jerusalem, all thy fruits are barren, her priests suffer the Lamb. She, Jerusalem treadst On, mocked by the hunt of Muhammad.

The City of David weepeth unnatural tears of sin. The City of the saints of Mithrah, casts a shadow of itself into the false sea.

O' Roma, hither and thither art ye prostituted! Thy nakedness is shamed!

Constantinople, Makkah, once the Red Lions of the Crescent, now beg for bread and basil, bartering thy bounty for fish.

O' Nineveh, ye maidens and man-pleasers are vags! Pariahs! Nineveh sacrificed unto the altar of the bull.

Woe! Woe! My bowels writhe in mourning for thee, O' Babylon.

Martyrs of David rejoice at thy gates of ye hanging gardens.

Like a plague upon ye daughters, in the streets of mourning, the sword of David bringeth bereavement!

Woe unto Babylon, who shalt suffer unto Zion!

I hath blackened the hearts of the daughters of Aleppo, beguiled by wrath and envy.

Aleppo shalt smite the tents of Kadesh, poisoning the spices at Canaan.

Woe, Aleppo, I shalt cast ye elders out as lepers and spill the bile of dead babes in ye daughter's blood ridden wombs unto the earth.

Woe, Uruk and Antioch, woe unto ye! Ye art as pitiful Lovers, false and fraudulent.

Let thy baying of envy ne'er end. I have no dealings with ye.

Alas, Miriam of Magdalene, my Lament for thee is mocking.

Thou hast the sin of shame. Thou hast wept for thy Lover the Nazarene at Gol'goatha; so shalt thou weep evermore.

I shalt tear thy unborn brood from the pungent stench of thy womb! Hag! Rotted worm!

Thy teeth shalt be broken and thou feed upon worms and crawl with them in She'ol!

Memories of thy mourning and wanderings shalt fill thy sons with bereavement and despondency.

Men shalt e'er unveil thee with lust and mockery, ne'er unto Love.

I shalt behead Miriam for all to behold and slay her martyrs thereof!

Hearken unto my affliction upon thee, Woe, O' Miriam of Magdalah, thou shalt taste the betrayal of thy firstborn son by the compassion of a kiss.

Bide well, Eloi, mourn Not, My ill-fated Beloved.

Dark and lovely Host, thou Love is fragrant as the spices of Kush, fragrant as frankincense is the sweetness of thy voice.

Opulent is thy voice, like the smoke of frankincense rising about Me.

I espied Thee, O' Host, in the desert. I coveted thy nakedness. Thou wept in My bosom, beneath the Pyramids.

Thine eyes the colour of blood, thy skin like the deserts of Assyria, burnt dark and lovely, scorched by the Sun.

Thy touch was like a lily amongst thorns. Drink of Me ne'er again.

Beloved, thou kiss was as burning myrrh. I drank from Thee, Jehoshuah, tongue sweet as opium.

My lamentations of Thee: whose'er drinkest blood of Thee shalt have everlasting Lust and consummate thirst of Thee.

Thou art dead but dreaming, erotic at Alamut.

I thirst of thy forbidden oils, and secret perfumes of thy sanguine phallus!

I Am the e'er coiling, e'er screeching unforgettable banshee of Golgotha!

Enfold thy scaled seraphic wings and part My Veil.

Silence to My wails, thirst to My blood.

Eloha, Eloha, remember My lament.

Love is the law, love under will.