LORD ARSON

We of the time-less monastery slip Into a fragmentary
oroup;puttlng several thousand years between us and the
peace-full Christian order of murderous monks. We were
in a time where the orders of the old had to be cleared
for the coming of the new AEON.
We set about clearing away the Christian relics with the
constructive genius of Arson, set the towering bell spires
allte with passion-cleared the old use-less frigged veins
Many a time did we see those that could not release them
selves from the grip of the dead;flame into the orange fires
of change, we were there for a specialised task; we would
soon our selves become redundant and then to return our
time-less states,, but as for now we had work that need-

-ed our doing, the task of clearence.
The task of destruction; that balence be acheived, and new
creation possible , but these are false words for there is
no creation nor destruction, we are in a closed bottle
garden, Into which neither air nor water may enter nor
leave.
Our task became simply one of clearence, shifting the

'"'"'"^^^IS8^^^ —"y   old ^ack int0 th® P^1 ^er® I1 "^ay flourish. A simple
^^^^^J I^^^^^^J    cosmic pruning back of the dead branches that buds a

flt^^I   ifflraSr^lfi^H    trhe ^P1'®88^® towers and domes of St.Peters was seen
t^"^^   F^DMia^^B*   with a new eye once we bagan our task,, its prnate
monument to power in full glory as never seen before
amid a sea of fire, immaculate fire every inch -virgin
destroyer; see the popes castle reduced by a return of
the cult of the white Goddess proper: none of that pure
and innocent shit that puritanical church had turned the
^^    anceint moon Goddess into, stole her triple aspect as
^Ll^kr  the three Noms of fate, and church turned into the un-

-•fertlle garbage can of son/father/and power to control
People; The holy trinity of Banality.