This book is an attempt to make sense of the spiritual miasma that has consumed the world for generations. From descriptions of illusion, to the true fate of evil, to angelic evocations and even a prayer or two, this book will hopefully help you see more clearly, pray better and even inspire confidence in yourself and your personal journey; plus, it may even help you get closer to the truth.

Ut Supra sic Infra

"As Above, So Below"By Thomas K. Wirth

AuthorHouse

Copyright © 2009 Thomas K. Wirth
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4490-5697-1

Chapter One

Spoiled Meat

Swimming with disease, untold ills Burning up the trees, paying bills Grinning with malice, bad intent Dreaming of violence, their bent Accustomed to ease, pretty frills Unbended knees, doomed to hells Steeped in avarice, undersent Consumed by commerce, never repent!

Rape Fantasies

She moans, wired to the whelp, relying She groans, tired to herself, denying death crones turn her inside out, unsightly dead tomes led undead zombies, de-liming

She zones, mired in the hell, contritely mouth foams, hired by same hell, despoil free cruel blows, combined with the hate, direly untold woes, they'll find everyday, so justly

She hopes liars find their end, cold and dead She knows fire and brimstone await them thrown stones as their common fate, no friends undone, the beauty of past days, red bent

Echoes

It's a sonorous rarity, diabolical, for all to see

Infused vitriol-love, silent, at times, to those Above

Almighty Creator, Blessed Be Satan, subsumed; Devil? Indeed!

Ghastly ghost, give it a shove Holy Spirit, descended dove

Scarecrow death, in a grain Living breath, due to rain

It's a dualist quandary Falsely holy, as few can see

Imbued with blinded stealth Questing for ill-gotten wealth

Never finding the truly free!

Cursed from Birth

Knives, piercing my back, thrust with kindness Lives, turning me slack, lived in blindness Doves, planning my attack, minding the mindless Loves, crushing my black, letting me find this ...

To be sure, not all will be held alike for what they've done, wrong or right But, for certain, I'll do good, 'til the very end Never counting the loss, or the second

All of us are cursed from birth Few of us will prove our worth Most of us live a life of dearth None of us, thank God, own the blessed earth

Bearing the pain with a grin Wearing the stain, wearing thin Torn from the womb to the grave The norm, once surpassed, will only save

The pale, only beyond it, is where I dwell The others, infidels and betrayers, have hell

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Contumacious, contumely The wicked, still assuming The empty, forever dooming Filthy, forlorn, entombing

Black forms make no gleaming sea Weaklings clasp idolatry Blackened souls fill evil's need, breaking its grasp, seemingly

Consumed, conscripted to Hell All the while, they buy and sell Less than zero, hero until they hear death's knell, all too well!

Impurity, impiety, no homes Peppermint and rank cologne Their prelates, devilish gnomes Their fate, to forever roam

Manor-isms

Gleaned from living walls, the portents, untrue Seen through bitter glass, cemetery view Illness to all, the radiations spew In the "Devil's" maw; their mornings, never new

Bats in their belfries, beasts in their basements Looking for Hell's frieze, causing much dissent The interior's exterior, sent Payments, costly; soul-wise, mostly; high rent

Homes, "blessed" by things and worshipped Over the boundary, the entranceway, tripped What's hidden, shown; the playbook, the script, flipped Black licorice, black coal; the poison, sipped

Dwellings, shattered from within, hanging shutter Melting, tattered from idols, hearts flutter Delving into miasma, the deceived mutter Van Helsing or Wompir, who holds the rudder?

Unmarked Graves

Semantic trivialities, captious caviling The guile-filled inanities; specious, the singing Expecting Heaven's wars, not seeing the blessed angels' wings Hearing windows bar, not listening to holy bells ringing

Pedantic microcosms, parochial attitudes Puerile viewpoints, out of the weak abyssal, are hewed Despoiling dearth, dire deaths; the remonstrances, rebuked Defiled hearths, lyre's breadth; the vain, hopeless causes delude

Romantic nostalgia, drowning the reminiscent The wasted dementia, hounding the participant The accursed "truisms", culled from altered adherent Imagined revisions, dulled further from true intent

Didactic reality, divergent from greater Truth Perverse abnormality, the soylent green is the proof The overflowing scourge arises, sealing the infidels' doom Apocalypse, one surmises, nailing edicts to a tomb

Downcast Eyes

Dual, the duel; done around and about The fight between the light and the dark Inside, they collide; the might, made right The mark, what a lark! Cruel, the rule

Gripping the infernal, sceptre in hand The grins, the grippers, pandemonium land Scapegoat, set free; sacrificial lamb Dire circumstance, black sheep, Elysian plan

Tripping the light fantastic, surreal Dipping to Hadean depths; the hell, I feel Contorted, I flex; my nerves, I steel The lots cast, the mockers massed; then, I kneel Sipping the night concoction, reclusively Intoxicated and sober-minded, exclusively Pitch black fades to oblivion, assumedly The Kingdom comes into focus, for sooth, for me

Flipping the script, celestial powers' delight Turn the corner, the Promised Land in sight Led to by an evincar, a former demon knight, now an avenger, an avatar, a lamp shining bright

Living the right connection Making the right decision Learning magick's inflection Finally, the right conscription

Diaphanous Fetters

Clanking, rattling, the bondsman's chains drag Ranking, prattling, the freaks fly their flag

Dissolving the resolute Dissoluting the resolve

Erring in thought and deed, even the dead can bleed Good or bad, sowing your seed Life or death, the result is meed

Retarding the growth Groaning your doom

Staring, blind, deaf and dumb Fed by lies and a crumb The totality makes you numb Precious little is your sum

Obscuring the truth Harrowing your faith

Daring to speak, all in vain Walking the curse, rent in twain Quoting a verse, leaving a stain You'll find no cure for your pain

Deceiving, misleading; the prophet's a hag Maligning, confining; the fools kill the stag

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Forgotten, and made; the errant doom, delayed A Lost Boys parade; those bloodsuckers, stayed 'til the undead fade and the devils are swayed The saviors, paid; Desideratum, weighed

Forgotten foes, hate; corruption, too late Cosms undulate; untwist the fate Epochs variate; of storms, a huge spate The End's real date, the Lord did create

The eye's glowing gleam; the meanings, I glean Illusion, it seems; the Truth, purely seen Divinity Supreme; heavenly coupling Like a laser beam, I'll truly dream

The earthen divide; now, you'll choose sides The forces collide; weakness, I deride Instances untried; to destine, complied On high truths, relied; the evil, confined

Fool's Gold Futures

Looking for a denouement, crooked toes, talking tall Seeking out a coup de grace, wicked woes, ruled without law

Living out illusion plays, broken holes, broken days Searching for deluded grace, blasted souls, night-darkened rays

The false reality, interwoven The fancy fealty, direly spoken Their plum-like cheeks, always rosen Actual veracity is never chosen Talking down, with askew glances, murmuring words, rancid Waking up to poisoned trances and the macabre circumstances

Trading up, inclinations show Abused innocence; nuance, low Taken down, while bubbles, they blow Amused, by their fool's gold glow

Signed in Blood, Signed in Gold

Wooden artifices, wooded glade blackened articles, blackened shades

dire circumstance, dire fate liar, circumnavigate; lie in wait

specious correlations, fecund errors spurious intimations, feculent terrors

furious horns, halo, fire and a sword dubious hearts; heathen, conspire, untoward

mindless drones; unreal clones, not few atonal tones; untrue tomes, too!

wretched tools; wicked devices, many wasted fools; wanton delights, plenty

entire worlds, polluted from within entire herds, cacophonous din

sarcophagus djinn complicated win beautiful spin of ale, a hin

The Flames Lick

Screams in my head; bad brains have bled Contorted dead; through schemes, I'm led

My eyes, bleeding, blinded and dimmed Your life, needing contorted whims

My chest rumbles; my heart, sundered Fangs re-assert; my voice thundered

My knees, scraped raw; ankles, hobbled The Devil's maw; evil, toppled

The flames lick; the games, sick; the fools' trick; the dead, the quick

My humours, fresh and circulating Vapours and mists, undulating

My bones, ground down; karma resounds My damned, blest town; the good End, found

The flames lick; the games, sick; the fools' trick; the dead, the quick

My hands, white clean; my motives, pure Our future fate, certain and sure

The flames lick; the games, sick; the fools' trick; the dead, the quick

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O, rebellious satans, goddamned devils! You, who in evil's wicked ways do revel In the end, before even, you'll so snivel And the paths, straightened; the playing field, leveled

Relying on your walls as determinants Complicit in great falls, you're participants Eating table scraps, you live off the remnants In prophetic fulfillment and Truth, I'm fluent

O, deceived rabble, demented duelists Your ungodly babble, praising Hell; clenched fists Internecine warfare; then, Avalon's mists Cruelest, the fate awaiting dualists

Slovenly wastrels, slaves to all your desires Patently fetid; graves for all your retired Dastardly-festooned; knaves, of all their stoked fires Rabidly-vested maze in all their dead liars

O, rancid rancor of those with a Hell-bound bent Your damned sight, far; your curses, fell; your books, rent Not yet illusion's veil, you tear your tent To be a guide to the heavens, was I sent

Working vanity to achieve iniquity Usurping equity with duplicity Durst thou believe in a dead, false reality? I actualized sublime normality

No matter how, your absurd thoughts are leaven The divine deception is my best weapon Deluded, as you try to be a "seven" My heart is where my treasure is, God's Heaven

Scourging Hell

Extinguish abominable, false light The anguish of the laudable who fight Relinquish despoiling, desolate night Abolish the atrophied, errant sight

Decimate the diabolical might Extirpate the fanatical height Enervate the sorcery-fed blight Expurgate illusory, hellish tripe

Eradicate fallacious hunt/flight Obliterate obscene, foul delights Eliminate erroneous thoughts, trite Annihilate ignorance and its right [, I just might}

Piety purge, steeled nerves Fight the dark urge and just serve Piety purge, never swerve Right wronging curs! All deserve!

Hallucinating Blood

On the death bed of my life, cutting the tension with a knife Corpulent husks, visiting strife; seeing reality, with violence, rife

Struggling against the tide, and all odds Speaking of the ride, and all gods Dolorous rites, confused by sods Hateful spite, crushed by iron rods

the sheets just don't fit the lights just aren't lit the tongue in my mouth turns into a bit the shadows, they flit the darkness looms near the corpse is on the bier into, then, out of, my vision, my sight, my seer pushing the night, never fear!

The more you worry, the greater the effect. So don't, I'm just hallucinating blood for rhyme, reason and respect

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schizophrenic embolism psychotic mannerism looking inside, for light or truth doors swung wide; the night, to reproof in essence, to shine is, in effect, to re-align one's focus, to a rose from a noose

hyperbolic altruism demented manic dualism denying outside; damned fight; entombed youth discovered, with pride; cruel sight; twisted sooth true prescience, denied, has misdirected many minds to a common end; their insight, to dupe

contorting "reality" distorting "normality" turning concern aside, burning in my grave the blasted becomes the blessed; the way, to re-pave falsehoods fade away today, they will say: "triune", or other lies that make slaves endearing fealty endeavoring specially the magic no one tried; the Truth, once denied, becomes interwoven, removing the lie, for once, for all, forevermore fourfold graces, causing to fly

Such a Small World

Looking, with blinded eyes; peering through the haze crawling, on bended knees; stumbling through the maze hoping errant, fed lies; confused, all your days praying with the falsehood; follow your fake ways!

Hooking fish through the brain; peeking behind doors bawling crocodile's tears; laughing at man's wars dying deaths from your pains; your torment, all yours weighing consequence by fears; dollars and cents, you store

Unsolved, dissolute quandaries, leading the primrose path dissolved, resolution sundries, meeting the blasted past reserved desolation scourges, unfurling holy wrath resolved, the solution is curling `round the ship's mast

The crux of the matter, Babylon's lies, against God's Lux, the hells shatter; the Spirit's Truth is unspent bad luck, egos flatter; mankind, broken, will relent in dust, the blood splatters; Goddess spell, the dissent

The Rear Echelon

By design, reasoning and rhyme, to conquer all of time You'd resign, falling to Satan's crime, not once finding divine I'll confine deviltry in lime; buried, burned, dying El'l define theTruth from false signs, the table from the wine

Gargoyle grey legion, errs on the side of true darkness Vampire day region; wear the sun, Alucard Harkness Mutate main lesion, where comes the beastly mark mess Omni-satanic machine falls to the greatest

Lightning strike guardians, officers in guardsmen armor Brightened time, enliven; Trek into the future, farther Sight, staid; remind of, then, destroy, spiritual torpor Heightened minds, in line; in the End Aeon, I'm the starter

Lightning bolt stricken; the Hammer of God, crashing down here Nifelheim wicked; Yggdrsil planted; then, Rimthumnur Odin, Heimdall, Bifrost bridge; Thor's Mjolnir To heavens, listen, Asgardian plane high sorcerer

Lightning god Jupiter; his beloved goddess Juno I am Evening Star, Hesperus; Vertumnus, nature god, unknown Fight the truth all you want; as you all say "no!", it is so The realm, Elysian Fields; the Mount Olympian plane gold tone

Light from the Great God, the Most High, the Most Munificent! Night is yours, Lord, the day as well; yours, the Most Benevolent! Right, by the grace of the Sovereign, the Most Beneficent! Might of the Supreme Lord, burning to crush the malevolent!

"There are lords many and gods many, but there is no God but God, He, the Mighty! The Wise!" -The Koran

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child-like, yet old, is what the Door did for me humble, yet bold, the servant of God should be

silver or gold is found in the endless sea hot, warm or cold the timeless, certain Truths free

peaceful, yet cunning the Devil's in the details walking or running the Spirit never fails

loving, not indifferent the angels set the standard getting, nothing's spent satans, by God, are hampered

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