Best Abaddon Poems
“The Last Mothers of Mars”
When the strange ones came
we thought they were
angels sent to save us
Open hearted
we waved our welcome
we were not warring, then
we were peaceful
we were noble
we were gracious
plutonium waves hit us
hydrogen radiated over us
Light, so bright, rapturous
we thought
they were angels
sent to save us
One day
we will be discovered
fossilized bones and hair
DNA deposits
in globules of sparkling chartreuse
desert glass
we were the last mothers of Mars
our lost children fused to us
as we lay embryonic
curled around them in the rust
waiting for you to arrive
to find yourselves
amongst us in the dust
(LadyLabyrinth/2021)
“Beware the bearer
of false gifts and their
broken promises
Much pain but still time
There is good out there
We oppose deception
Conduit closing”
"In appearance the locusts were like horses prepared for battle: on their heads were what looked like crowns of gold; their faces were like human faces, their hair like women's hair, and their teeth like lions' teeth; they had breastplates like breastplates of iron, and the noise of their wings was like the noise of many chariots with horses rushing into battle. They have tails and stings like scorpions, and their power to hurt people for five months is in their tails. They have as king over them the angel of the bottomless pit. His name in Hebrew is Abaddon, and in Greek he is called Apollyon."
"They come from a distant land, from the end of the heavens, the Lord and the weapons of his indignation, to destroy the whole land."
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"For as they were in those days before the flood... so the presence of the Son of man will be." - Matthew 24:38-40
I see them, though they cannot see me. I watch as they engage in their hedonistic desires, indulging in licentious lust as they pursue gratuitous greed and perverted passion without restraint. Their skulls are hollowed-out turnips, their tongues cast poison darts. Their throats are an open grave as they spew slanderous lies and hold my people in contempt. Their blasphemies against the Spirit will never be forgiven, not in this world nor in the one to come. Each has a heart as calloused as a smith's hands, while their souls are blacker than dark matter. Enjoy the revelry my fiendish foes, at least until the clock strikes the midnight hour. For you see, I am near at the door. You don't know me, but I have many names. I am Abaddon, the Destroyer. I am Apollyon, the Ancient One. There is a judgment pending, the sound of which will tingle all ears and turn faces red with sweet wine into whitewashed gravestones. Listen, listen. Can you hear it?
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AND NOW, LET THE FINAL DANSE MACABRE BEGIN!
play a mournful dirge
sing a song of surrender
for His day has come
"Amen! Come, Lord Jesus." - Revelation 22:20
* A companion to my POTD Apocalypse Now
Fourteen-thousand years ago, a devil played a game
In his garden with an angel whom I shall not name.
The angel won or so he thought, “Now you must pay what’s due”
I’ll take your mirr’, your favorite one, and break the thing in two.
The mirror was a magic one of evil dark and black
“The beauty of a perfect world, now what’s the fun in that?
This one’s far better, it twist, it pulls it shrinks before my eyes.
Instead of showing true reflections, this one shows me lies”
“I’ll tell you what, you won it fair, it’s yours but let’s do more;
I’ll help you break it here and now and it will be no more.”
The angel smashed it into two, his hammer in his hand.
“But why stop there?”, the devil said and smashed it into sand
The Devil grinned, “Good work my friend. See, I don’t even care”
He scooped a handful of the dust and blew it in the air.
Among the people of the earth, the grains of mirror blew.
The angel warned them “Close your eyes!” and blew his trumpet too
“What gift is this?” some people thought, Eve’s lesson was not learned.
and soon awoke with crusty eyes that itched and teared and burned.
“I see it now!” the faithless said “I am no longer blind!”
“Don’t be cross” the devil said, "Their eyes see now like mine".
Some were seized with a panicked fear, “The enemy is nigh!”,
and with cruel rocks marched on their neighbors and sentenced them to die.
Others were charmed by shiny stones “Supplies are running out!”
The simple gifts that God had given were left to lay about.
Some saw themselves with grandeur high “I’ll wear this mighty crown”,
I’ll be the King, you be the serf, and bow when I’m around.
The other ones yoked to the plow, “These types aren’t men at all”.
I’ll tolerate your presence if you're at my beck-and -call.
Of arrogance and fear and greed the mighty nations grew.
And men would starve and wars would rage for these unfaithful few.
So hear me now you righteous ones whom the devils would refuse:
In the game of life Good always wins, but bad will never lose.
Sweetly cavalier rosy cheeks and eyes clear
Intent gaze saying see and trust dear
Chivvy up your pure skirts for a quick poke
Promises betrothal but he's a joke
The diabolic cloot, fiend to the end
Laughs in your shame to abaddon would send
The sparkling eyes and sweet deceiving smile
Gave a demidevil surprise child vile
Child of lust, incubus frets your dreaming
Calculated evil, cruel living
Walk like an angel, daimon incognito
You're a booty call, his hot tomato
Deceived, deceived, a sad sinner conceived
Denied, beset yet salvation granted
after the sky drops.
The walking corpses come out
the veil of night masks
the decay
the rot
of humanity
Plague of the earth.
Found from the ashes
My phoenix we bled
Has she ever
thought love between
us, inside
her, filled up an empty bed.
No longer bereft,
somnolence
and love drowns my head.
Convalescent
Bemire emotion
I wash and rinse
what is left,
asking what we are
if no longer
dead?
Gold from lead.
The lifting sky
Our connubial affair.
The truths, I face,
we share,
She Said.
"when will it die?"
closing empty space
A diffident devotion
Within her embrace
a softly recited
poem unread
berceuse
tantric lullaby
healing the blighted
fading destiny to refuse
to claim or to lose.
An onus I malinger..
to choose.
Execration
of an inner fatalist
hopeless abuse.
Quantum entanglement
schismatic resentment
prepossessed
inspiring muse
of the alchemists
A bibulous creation
intimate turpitude.
sovereignty
asunder this hell
her orbit with abaddon.
Dissolution
her need to dispel
incertitude.
Inordinate.
Gravity well
collapsing in on itself
eternal
infinite
end
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~ for Sami ~
oh ...
a pity, that …
such sweet sadness, yours
my lovely lass, lost ...
do not let your lip tremble so ...
it was not made for such iniquity
it was not shaped to
sublime bow-like grace to
be such a dark
dynamism of emotion
or to be the quivering spout of
some slavering
goddess ...
oh, it can push a word or
phrase to hypnotize
it can bring a breathy seduction to
any sonorous expression -
turn my very name
into molten madness
or salacious sigh ...
but even that fails witness to
the verity of its
purpose ...
(a primal and poisonous perpetude)
for it is The Keep -
the bane of my constitution
the very fate of every
such fool whose meat is but
manna for his passions ...
pray, do not bring such sad motion to
that which gilds the gods and
whittles hearts to
compliance -
least, that which thrums, hot,
this very chest -
my capture and my undoing
Avalon and Abaddon
my life, my death
my salvation and doom
my food and my starvation
the ripe, dewy plum that
dangles a-branch
waiting to be
savored ...
perfection's bloom
and the divine portal of sin ...
a most tender press
velvety ... warm
your angelic wings
your throne of judgement
your vessel
your venom ...
your kiss.
He thinks to change times and laws the spiraling silencer of truth. Who burns the libraries and books, in attempts to rewrite your history, Abaddon is one of his names and when he speaks, he speaks of himself. The war of this world closer now, to one world, one religion, and one language. The rich men spare no expense, for they only have this world. Johann Adam Weishaupt and multitude of others, try to establish the vision but they shall fail. False prophets and false miracles: they are of the was not. If you predict something you plan to do, with all technological wonders like some twisted Hannibal codex but they have no honor, For they mutually share destruction, with one mind. Desensitizing you, to the spirit of the antichrist, as they assign and track your number This Big Sister is THE MOTHER OF HARLOTS Mandela effect Esperanto a language That can’t be, yet is
Inamorato,
Ascultate my vociferation!
Contravene your sepulcher.
Insurrect our omnipotent.
I enjoin thine quintessence.
Eupnea!
Eupnea!
Whilom anon.
Euphoria salvo.
Eschewal Valhalla's porticullis.
Genitive hedonic, envisage.
Erewhon betwicts my gammons.
Imbibe of my mammilla's.
In perpetuum cache me.
Gehanna upon macrocosm.
Forlorn.....
Forsaken......
Your Inamarata writhes.
Is thus kismet?
Cull Inamarato!
Winnow!
I abjure forthwith.
Abaddon velleity extirpate my noumenon,my pneuma.
Sunrise does he who formed the eye not see past the dawn
rising from the place of it's setting weakness of will
turning the potters clay upside down
hiding their deep council from the Lord
Where they whom do works in the dark
in these secret societies look for praise
and they had a king over them
who is the angel of the bottomless pit
Whose name in the Hebrew tongue is Abaddon
but in Greek he is called Apollyon
all the earth was in admiration after the beast
when he announced himself as God lording over us
where the blind will follow this dragon to hell
as they the lost sacrifice their children to him
You know, tis somewhat easy to understand Apollyon as your
Crew holding a tad bit, in misery projecting towards an imperfect
Time but cool kids just never hold signs I mean Abaddon can't you see
Kind of like Toad The Wet Sprocket's, in the end I'm sensing a change the weather
Does anyone remember me ? Did you all think we'd just disappear ? Crazy life....
Swoosh his tail their Angels fell: metaphoric make-up twas her modern tale: sitting
Atop the sea sweet, drunken Jezabel ? Spawned his bastard Damien's, tattooed dreams
Six pence collections thrice their infections blue blood injections Legion's, special olympics
Lucifer's serpents raging towards the golden goal evanescent's mountaintop his goad keeper goblins
Pressing this matter it's silver sickle auld lang syne her bride of Frankenstein; Electra thighs, red rum wine.
"If in the manner of men I have fought with beast at Ephesus
what is it unto myself? If the dead do not rise, let us eat
drink and be merry for, tomorrow we shall die...." ~ I Corinthians ~
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Throughout the vast regions
Outside of Dreamendon ~
Atop the parched soils of its land
Saturant forces at hand....
The fallen prince Abaddon, their leader
From a far and distant sphere
Gathering soldiers or fortune, We ride ~
Veridicals of truth, Our guide....
Veriorums of ancient scrolls
Written millenniums ago
Containing the alpha of All wisdom
Upon the cyperus papyus perhaps
In search of these destroyers
The enemy, of all humankind!
Our purpose, Our quest
To deliver priceless Souls, back
From within their evil hands
Soldiers of fortune....
Vagabonds We are not
We know, "Our King" ~
"The Messiah, 'Jesus Christ!'"
And so We ride....
Amid the shadows, of the valleys
Beyond the darkest, of the night?
In pursuit of this empire
To consume it, with forevers "Light" ~
Not for one, not for some
But for All, for All, All, of "Life"
"......'Omnium Gatherum'......."
The holy light of, the omniscience of "Truth!"
Toward the panacea of pandaemonica
Beyond the Pandorae Fretum's
Celestial asylum....
Vicissitudes vicious vault
Of poisonous encroaching realities
The realities, of its pervading
Twistings of thought...."daimonikos"
Apollyons apathecaries
Reapers, far, far beyond....
Unto the palladuim passages ~
Angelically guarded corridores, leading
To the sacrosantic sapphoric spires
Of sapiencies mightily strong towers
"Towers"...."Rising"...."Majestical!"
Amid the paradisiacal paragons of wonder
Dreamendons Splendours ~
Surrounding their bejeweled fortress walls
"The Endless City"....
Gates made of single pristine pearls
Streets like glass, paved in pure
Transparent gold...."Zion" ~
The Kingdom, of "The Great 'I Am'"
"Forever"...."Upon, 'His Throne!'"
The beginning of omegas mercies and
"Eternals, 'Beautiful Love'" ~
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"......'Omnium Gatherum!'......."
Oh
Lord
Jesus!
Help me please
It's thy love I seek
I see a faint reality
Thou shall bestow the celestial creek to me because
I do not know any heaven and I do not know if any abaddon is there
My hips sway to the rhythm of your heart
Oh, to have a touch so ethereal
That my body trembles
In anticipation
Have you made a pact with my soul?
To steal my heart in exchange
For my utter surrender
For I have no comprehension
No perception
No understanding
This is my predicament
Use me, abuse me,
Love sent to confuse me
Sanctified by some intoxicating compulsion
Lulled into a sweet acquiescence
For which there is no escape
Is this my Abaddon?
Or is this my Shangri la?
This mythical dream is unravelling my mind
All of your breath
Inhaled into my essence
Until you inhabit all of me
In that moment
I am lost
"If in the manner of men, I have fought with beast at Ephesus,
What advantage is it unto me? If the dead do not rise, let us eat
Drink and be merry, for tomorrow we shall die...." ~I Corinthians~
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Throughout the vast regions
Outside of Dreamendon
Atop the parched soils of its land
Saturant forces at hand....
The fallen prince abaddon, their leader
From a far and distant sphere
Gathering soldiers of fortune, we ride
Veridicals of truth, our guide....
Veriorums of ancient scrolls
Written millineums ago
Containing the alpha of all wisdom
Upon the cyperus papyus perhaps
In search of this destroyer
The enemy, of all mankind!
Our purpose, our quest
To deliver their souls, back
From within their evil hands
Soldiers of fortune....
Vagabonds we are not
For we know our home, and
We know "Our King"
"The Messiah, 'Jesus Christ!'"
And so we ride....
Amid the shadows, of the valleys
And beyond the darkest, of the night
In pursuit of this empire
To consume it, with forevers "Light"
Not for one, not for some
But for all, for all, all, of "Life"
"....Omnium Gatherum...."
The light, of the omniscience of "Truth!"
Toward the panacea of pandaemonica
Beyond the Pandorae Fretum's
Celestial asylum....
Vicissitudes vicious vault
Of poisonous encroaching realities
The realities, of its pervading
Twistings of thought...."daimonikos"
Apollyons apathecaries
Reapers, far, far beyond....
Unto the palladium passages
Angelically guarded corridores, leading
To the sacrosanctic sapphoric spires
Of sapiencies mightily strong towers
"Towers"...."Rising"...."Majestical"
Amid the paradisiacal paragons of wonder
Dreamendons Beauties~
Surrounding their bejeweled fortress walls
"The Endless City"....
Gates made of single pristine pearls
Streets like glass, paved, in pure
Transparent gold...."Zion"
The Kingdom of The Great "I Am"
"Forever"...."Upon 'His' Throne!"
The beginning of wisdoms, mercies
...............{ Love }................
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".......Omnium Gatherum......."
"If in the manner of men, I have fought with beast at Ephesus,
What advantage is it unto me? If the dead do not rise, let us eat
Drink and be merry, for tomorrow we shall die...." ~I Corinthians~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Throughout the vast regions
Outside of Dreamendon
Atop the parched soils of its land
Saturant forces at hand....
The fallen prince abaddon, their leader
From a far and distant sphere
Gathering soldiers of fortune, we ride
Veridicals of truth, our guide....
Veriorums of ancient scrolls
Written millineums ago
Containing the alpha of all wisdom
Upon the cyperus papyus perhaps
In search of this destroyer
The enemy, of all mankind!
Our purpose, our quest
To deliver their souls, back
From within their evil hands
Soldiers of fortune....
Vagabonds we are not
For we know our home, and
We know "Our King"
"The Messiah, 'Jesus Christ!'"
And so we ride....
Amid the shadows, of the valleys
And beyond the darkest, of the night
In pursuit of this empire
To consume it, with forevers "Light"
Not for one, not for some
But for all, for all, all, of "Life"
"....Omnium Gatherum...."
The light, of the omniscience of "Truth!"
Toward the panacea of pandaemonica
Beyond the Pandorae Fretum's
Celestial asylum....
Vicissitudes vicious vault
Of poisonous encroaching realities
The realities, of its pervading
Twistings of thought...."daimonikos"
Apollyons apathecaries
Reapers, far, far beyond....
Unto the palladium passages
Angelically guarded corridores, leading
To the sacrosanctic sapphoric spires
Of sapiencies mightily strong towers
"Towers"...."Rising"...."Majestical"
Amid the paradisiacal paragons of wonder
Dreamendons Beauties~
Surrounding their bejeweled fortress walls
"The Endless City"....
Gates made of single pristine pearls
Streets like glass, paved, in pure
Transparent gold...."Zion"
The Kingdom of The Great "I Am"
"Forever"...."Upon 'His' Throne!"
The beginning of wisdoms, mercies
...............{ Love }................
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".......Omnium Gatherum......."