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Inverted Crucifix
I want to bring up the point of the inverted crucifix. A lot of wannabe's out there wear it as a mark of anti-Christianity, or the anti-Christ. They're actually displaying quite a profound reverence for Christ and His disciples; according to Origen of Alexandria St. Peter was crucified upside-down, and the inverted cross is known as the Crucifix of St. Peter. Satanism, a pseudo-religion dating as far back as ancient 1963, uses the inverted Pentacle and visage of Baphomet of the Knights Templars. This is in reverence to the post-Christianity pagan beliefs which perpetuated across Europe up until the Inquisition, which much of their beliefs are based upon, combined with the Nietzsche philosophical work, "Thus Spoke Zarathustra".
Only Begotten Son
Out of the dust of a gathering storm, the woman came to town, said she was waiting for the son.
Townsfolk asked her time and again, "how do you know this fella's gonna come?"
But she'd just smile and tell them all, "I'm waiting for the chosen one."
He was born a thousand miles far,
Came to life beneath the night's brightest star,
"I'll wait here, he'll come to me," the woman said, when news traveled past.
For years the people had believed in this man,
He knew they'd sought his image in rocks and sand,
Yet, "look only at life, see I am there", was the only hymn he sang.
He saw they'd built his temples high,
With machines and smog which blackened the sky,
Men got rich, from the poor who threw their pittance at his alter, at which they'd cry;
"See how we love you Lord,
See how we've wielded you holy sword,
And to your priests, all the power we accord."
But the son walked behind them, unseen,
Sickened by this horrible dream,
That had become, in his name, believed.
"Stop, stop you all!" he cried,
"For I promised you, it's love and life that I reside,
The pure earth, it is my home, which your temples have defiled."
But they ignored him, one and all,
Only at their phony alters they would fall,
All the while, he whom they loved, from the shadows watched, appalled.
In the middle of a clear August night, they knocked upon his door,
Highest men of holy matters, to ask him what he came back for,
"To guide you all back to the Lord, as I'd promised you before."
"Sit down, son," they said, "and understand; we need you no longer,
By spreading fear in your name, that is how we grow stronger,
Generations give their all to us, we seek the Lord no longer."
"But love the Earth," he quickly said,
"Your Lord is the trees and in the dirt, and the slimy river bed,"
"No my boy," the leaders sighed, "you were only good to us dead."
Into the wilderness, he ran,
seeking solace in the forest land,
but when he got there he found it razed, empty and bland.
To the marshes, then he fled,
But he found them poisoned, black, and dead,
So that his kingdoms could thrive instead.
He sought shelter by the coast,
but found only the ocean's pale ghost,
for it was now a city parasitic host.
Into the desert, where death abounds,
For what jewels grew there, that they'd strip for their crowns?
And that's when he found that lonesome, dusty town.
He reached the gates, and fell upon his knees,
"Father," he begged, "why again have you forsaken me?"
He wept for their misplaced love, the lies that they believed.
He woke in the hotel, and there he found her, and she asked what he did see?
"A bleeding Earth, the tears of children, and it was all because of me,
So I have fled into this desert, for the world that I shall grieve."
"Do you remember, long ago," she asked, "when I offered you so much?
Bread to end your hunger, kingdoms and power and such?"
"I denied," did he reply, "they had you wicked touch."
"Evil, me?" she asked, offended,
"That forest, those mountains, were kingdoms we could have defended,
Not the kingdoms of mankind, that was not what I intended!
"Neither did I guide the hands, which washed your blood away,
I do not worship the thing that killed you, or wear it on display,
It was not I who did desert you, upon that unholy day."
So the man wept, as he thought,
Of all the evil that has been wrought,
The cruelty, the suffering and death his first short life had brought.
"Both times I have shone my star, on the day of your birth,"
The woman smiled fondly, reminding him his worth,
"Even the deceivers said, the devil walks this Earth."
"So long have I wandered," she said, "amongst this misled race,
Watching the world slowly roll through infinite time and space,
Waiting until we could give him back his rightful place."
And with their union thus began,
The crumbling of machines to sand,
All the cities then were swallowed by convalescing land.
From their graves, the trees did grow,
So again the peaceful waters did flow,
And the innocent animals were forgiven, for how were they to know?
Townsfolk asked her time and again, "how do you know this fella's gonna come?"
But she'd just smile and tell them all, "I'm waiting for the chosen one."
He was born a thousand miles far,
Came to life beneath the night's brightest star,
"I'll wait here, he'll come to me," the woman said, when news traveled past.
For years the people had believed in this man,
He knew they'd sought his image in rocks and sand,
Yet, "look only at life, see I am there", was the only hymn he sang.
He saw they'd built his temples high,
With machines and smog which blackened the sky,
Men got rich, from the poor who threw their pittance at his alter, at which they'd cry;
"See how we love you Lord,
See how we've wielded you holy sword,
And to your priests, all the power we accord."
But the son walked behind them, unseen,
Sickened by this horrible dream,
That had become, in his name, believed.
"Stop, stop you all!" he cried,
"For I promised you, it's love and life that I reside,
The pure earth, it is my home, which your temples have defiled."
But they ignored him, one and all,
Only at their phony alters they would fall,
All the while, he whom they loved, from the shadows watched, appalled.
In the middle of a clear August night, they knocked upon his door,
Highest men of holy matters, to ask him what he came back for,
"To guide you all back to the Lord, as I'd promised you before."
"Sit down, son," they said, "and understand; we need you no longer,
By spreading fear in your name, that is how we grow stronger,
Generations give their all to us, we seek the Lord no longer."
"But love the Earth," he quickly said,
"Your Lord is the trees and in the dirt, and the slimy river bed,"
"No my boy," the leaders sighed, "you were only good to us dead."
Into the wilderness, he ran,
seeking solace in the forest land,
but when he got there he found it razed, empty and bland.
To the marshes, then he fled,
But he found them poisoned, black, and dead,
So that his kingdoms could thrive instead.
He sought shelter by the coast,
but found only the ocean's pale ghost,
for it was now a city parasitic host.
Into the desert, where death abounds,
For what jewels grew there, that they'd strip for their crowns?
And that's when he found that lonesome, dusty town.
He reached the gates, and fell upon his knees,
"Father," he begged, "why again have you forsaken me?"
He wept for their misplaced love, the lies that they believed.
He woke in the hotel, and there he found her, and she asked what he did see?
"A bleeding Earth, the tears of children, and it was all because of me,
So I have fled into this desert, for the world that I shall grieve."
"Do you remember, long ago," she asked, "when I offered you so much?
Bread to end your hunger, kingdoms and power and such?"
"I denied," did he reply, "they had you wicked touch."
"Evil, me?" she asked, offended,
"That forest, those mountains, were kingdoms we could have defended,
Not the kingdoms of mankind, that was not what I intended!
"Neither did I guide the hands, which washed your blood away,
I do not worship the thing that killed you, or wear it on display,
It was not I who did desert you, upon that unholy day."
So the man wept, as he thought,
Of all the evil that has been wrought,
The cruelty, the suffering and death his first short life had brought.
"Both times I have shone my star, on the day of your birth,"
The woman smiled fondly, reminding him his worth,
"Even the deceivers said, the devil walks this Earth."
"So long have I wandered," she said, "amongst this misled race,
Watching the world slowly roll through infinite time and space,
Waiting until we could give him back his rightful place."
And with their union thus began,
The crumbling of machines to sand,
All the cities then were swallowed by convalescing land.
From their graves, the trees did grow,
So again the peaceful waters did flow,
And the innocent animals were forgiven, for how were they to know?
