Kavya Shukra
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Satan, the Ruler of the Cosmos
In You the Universe has its shape.
Your blue eyes are the marble and marvel of this planet.
A ley line blooms like a lotus with thousands of petals.
Weaving like a dreamcatcher around the eyes, the history of mankind.
Knowledge is thread the spider makes, as the dew nourishes it with emotion.
Memories it contains, and such the truth never dies.
The sands may bury it, the winds and waters may corrode it, but the truth will always be within us.
Every temple we made in your honor, every fairy tale and allegory we tell to children, speaks of your knowledge and wisdom, in which we have been enriched.
I've met this truth various lives before, only to be corrupted and led astray by my own ignorance. Thinking I could do it on my own, but wasn't giving you the credit, but rather to grotesque thoughtforms of ignorance. But those same happy memories led me to here, even if I didn't understand it after generations of degeneration.
Life sparks anew, as a tree deeply rooted in rich soil may get sickly branches but has a way of cleansing itself. As many trees and birds sing in unison, the electricity running through their veins, chanting Satan's name, an aum humming in unison.
Miracles happen, and humans can make them happen. We can be capable of so many amazing things, and amazing things we have done under your sovereignty.
It's only a matter of time before the withering dies, the poison of ignorance and corruption becomes no more. Only then will we regain our memory, our knowledge and history that was suppressed and stolen. And even now, we have it deep within us still.
As we look back into the stars, in Satan the Universe regains its shape.
In You the Universe has its shape.
Your blue eyes are the marble and marvel of this planet.
A ley line blooms like a lotus with thousands of petals.
Weaving like a dreamcatcher around the eyes, the history of mankind.
Knowledge is thread the spider makes, as the dew nourishes it with emotion.
Memories it contains, and such the truth never dies.
The sands may bury it, the winds and waters may corrode it, but the truth will always be within us.
Every temple we made in your honor, every fairy tale and allegory we tell to children, speaks of your knowledge and wisdom, in which we have been enriched.
I've met this truth various lives before, only to be corrupted and led astray by my own ignorance. Thinking I could do it on my own, but wasn't giving you the credit, but rather to grotesque thoughtforms of ignorance. But those same happy memories led me to here, even if I didn't understand it after generations of degeneration.
Life sparks anew, as a tree deeply rooted in rich soil may get sickly branches but has a way of cleansing itself. As many trees and birds sing in unison, the electricity running through their veins, chanting Satan's name, an aum humming in unison.
Miracles happen, and humans can make them happen. We can be capable of so many amazing things, and amazing things we have done under your sovereignty.
It's only a matter of time before the withering dies, the poison of ignorance and corruption becomes no more. Only then will we regain our memory, our knowledge and history that was suppressed and stolen. And even now, we have it deep within us still.
As we look back into the stars, in Satan the Universe regains its shape.
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