Tristan Robert Lange

Baphomet Rising

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EYE

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SUM-
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You, mortal,

Are the one

Who has summoned me

Through your prayers

And incantations

To the graven

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Carried by

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Beneath bells—
Smothered in smoke.

D O O O O O O O M

D O N G.

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“In nomine Patris,

“et Filii,

“et Spiritus Sancti.

“Amen.

“Abrenuntiatis Satanae?”

But you did not—

YOU did not renounce—

Did you?

“Et omnibus operibus eius?”

They fester—don’ they—

Within you they fester.

A lamentable leprosy.

“Et omnibus pompis eius?”

Ooooh—but how you drip—

Like sea men from the canal

You are

In bed

With the

S H O W.

No.

“You are the show,”

Says the serpent,

The wisest, most truthful

Of all God’s children.

“You judge Eve

“In contempt of your souls,

“For you were

“The keys,

“But you swallowed

“YOURSELVES

“For Satan’s security.”

Confused?

Came looking for Satan

In a snake—

How fake—

But

Have no fear,

Eye

Have

Arrived.

I am not your land to scape,

But I am the greatest of all truths.

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You summoned.

I AM here.

You wanted to see—

You wanted to know—

Well now you do

s

o

LOOK.

You will face me,

For now

I AM you.

I turn away

The hungry.

I drink kegs in front

Of the parched.

I sleep in my home—

Warm and cozy—

With the homeless

O U T S I D E.

I steal clothing

From the poor

Who made them

FOR ME.

I voted to deny

Healthcare to the sick,

Let alone the poor.

I locked away the

I N N O C E N T—

Protected the gulty—

And threw the keys

Away.

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Don’t like it—

What you see?

Don’t like that

Your reflection

Is me?

Who did you think I meant

When I said
I would distinguish

The sheep

From the

G

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a

t

s

?

I AM no goat.

I AM Baphomet.

I am fully beast,

Fully human,

Equally divine.

God’s greatest—

Of all time, of course—

Card of chaos

That restores order.

You would not listen

When I came through

PROPHETS.

You shunned me

When I came poor.

You spit out my wisdom

When I put your mouth

To my breast.

I was too feminine

For you,

But I was never

Just a man—

Let alone your man.

And when my masculinity,

Like a fire in a tapestry temple,

Exploded onto the scene—

You scapegoated me.

I said it then. I’ll say it again:

You won’t ever see me again—

Not as you once knew me—

Until you truly

BLESS ME,

For I come in the name

Of the LORD.

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