Babalon A.D. (So Glad for the Madness)
I bled on a pivotal stretch Like a clockwork Christ Bears sore stigmata, bored And as I threw Job, I drove Myself to a martyred wretch To see if I drew pity Or pretty litanies from the Lord So the plot sickened With the coming of days Ill millennia thickened With the claret I sprayed And though they saw red I left a dirty white stain A splintered knot in the grain On Eden's marital aid So glad for the madness So glad for the madness I walked the walks Naked to the moon In Sodom and Babylon And through rich whores And corridors of the Vatican I led a sordid Borgia on I read the Urilia text So that mortals wormed As livebait for the dead And as I broke hope, I chocked Another Pope with manna peel Dictating to DeSade In the dark entrails of the Bastille And as He wrote, I smote A royal blow to the heads of France And in the sheen of guillotines I saw others, fallen, dance I was an incurable Necromantic old fool A phagadaena that crawled Drooling over the past A rabid wolf in a shawl A razor's edge to the rule That the stars overall Were never destined to last So glad for the madness So glad for the madness I furnaced dreams, a poet, foe of sleep Turning sermons with the smell Of Witchfinder fingers Where bad memories lingered burning As when Dante was freed to map Hell I sired schemes and the means To catch sight of the seams And the vagaries inbetween And midst the lips and the curls Of this cunt of a world In glimpses I would see A nymph with eyes for me Eyes of fire that set all life aflame Lights that surpassed art In sight, that no intense device of pain Could prise their secrets from my heart I knew not Her name Though her kiss was the same Without a whisper of shame As either Virtue of Sin's And pressed to Her curve I felt my destiny swere From damnation reserved To a permanent grin So glad for the madness So glad for the madness
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Mar 26, 2026
So adept was unspoken man At dusting ledgers of the seraphim That Lilith swept across a broken land In a whirl of lust to pleasure him This bland Adam, a reaper of the sun In bone dry season, for Eve was busy sucking thumbs Pricked in rosy gardens as he spattered into shells And ran with mourning fauna; His mastiffs and gazelle Breathless as the wind Adam, prowled, fell foul to sin But not before she spread her grin Across his silent lips At crack of day, though what was shame? The raptor's nest wherein they lay Bore witness to her soft parade Of fingers come to grips His undivine attention won She deftly spun From 'neath his thrusts to writhe above In ecstasy Pendulous she swung As if her limbs imbibed his tongue To spill, as with his rod The secret name of God But no seed passed those fruitful lips (Serpentongue) For fearing her, who gasped, he slit (Serpentongue) Her throat from ear to where she fled (Serpentongue) With tail and blood between her legsss' (Serpentongue) So very kept was the virgin hand That brushed the treasures of Utopia And how greed swept across the desert sands In late August just to measure her This hallowed Eve, a creature of the moon A simple dish born with a silver spoon Giddy sniffing orchids that opened after dusk Incubus and Prudence, two such soon to touch her Restless as the skies Temptation, bloomed, found room to rise And snatching breaths between her thighs He crawled to Eve' At dead of night, the sticky clime Smelt perfect to this serpentine This shining angel Palled in mysteries' Her undivine attention won He deftly spun A web if intrigue for the one Great sacred tree Bejewelled and lit As if a thousand shades did flit About boughs of forbidden lore Hidden for the want of more And when seeds passed those fruitful lips (Serpentongue) And mankind basked in vast eclipse (Serpentongue) A devil shot of thin disguise (Serpentongue) Surmised to better paradise (Serpentongue) Paradise.....
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Mar 26, 2026
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