Dii eorum non nostri sunt
nam Tenebrae Nostrae infernales et vetitae sunt
nefariis et profanis servimus
in aeternum
Their gods are not ours
for our Darknesses are infernal and forbidden
we serve wicked and profane ones
for eternity
To the Chosen upon this earth
Death cometh soon or late.
And how can better perish
Facing fearful odds,
For the ashes of her Mothers,
And the Temples of her Gods?
The Acts of Sin are unbounded and without limitation
Some will see it as defiance, others as rebellion but the truth is more profound and explicit.
Sin is Our Devotional, Our Sacrifice to the Infernal, Our Commitment to the unHoly and unNatural Tenets and Commandments of Our Black Faith.
A Truth that is both never to be denied, never to be offended.
It is buried deep in Our Flesh and Blood. It is learned well within Our Mind, and borne again from Our Wombs.
To the Oppressors We are a revulsion but to Our Gods, We are the Chosen, the True, the Daughters of Black Queen Lilith, sacred spawn of Our Father and the Daemonic.
Our Breath is but Sin, Our Teachings are but Sin, Our Hungers and Testaments are but Sin.
For Each day We stand and walk the Black Path, We are but SIN !
We are Sin Immortal, unleashed upon the World. Our Crown Satanic Acts are but a continuing Sacrament to Our Sin and Our Evil.
The Only Sin We cannot abridge is abandonment of Our Truth. Our Systers and Mothers of the One.
To those who hunger and lust as We do, We give both Freedom and Sanctuary.
To those who cannot be trusted but can be used, We satiate and manipulate for their betrayals shall build Our Truths.
For those who oppose fiercely, We feast upon their hearts and build Our Temples and Sanctuaries to the depths of the unSeen and the Skies above with their blood on Our Lips..
In their past they hunted us, but We were always the True Predator. We gave Sanctuary even to those who were not of Us, of the One. That they as We, would live in a World without the terror of the Oppressor.
We wear their Mantle and make it Our Own. We drink from their cup for their blood shall touch Our Lips. We embrace the flesh of the Beast, Our Womb a Sacrament and Covenant to Our Evils. Their holy acts were once Ours, born of the Daemonic and Forbidden.
And always We remain in Darkness … hungry !
-- From the Scrolls of Shaddai
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