Season Lucifer
pon the longest night of The Year, we celebrate in darkness, and all therein, as hellfires burn to warm the flesh into salacious indulgence, yielding to temptation and feasting with delight, the pleasures of the earth lain forth for you, The Devil's Legions, the harvests of The Seasons in Hell, and before Satan's myriad manifestations, reflected in the shadow speculum and projected by the Demon Eye, visions of what was and is to be again, emerge from The Mind's Abyss, & vast subterranean cavernous lairs.
The Season is Lucifer! Lend us Thine Infernalight!
Upon this High Unholyday, the apex of Satanalia, 'neath a Full Moon & Meteor shower coursing, The Lucifer star glows with infernalight in the Eastern Sky, pointing the way to The Gates which shall be opened! Daemon Brother Krampus has come forth! Within the Void of deepest nocturne, bring forth the sacrifices to blaze on through the night! ∞
In Nomine Satanas,
Warlock Draconis Blackthorne
Noctuary, The Black Earth
Winter Solstice LIII
* RITE: HELLEMENTAL MASS
SATANIC UNHOLYDAYS
Seasons In Hell celebrations. Rite references from Dracomeroth unless otherwise noted. Ideally, all celebrations include cake & orgies!
SABBATHS
Grande Celebrations & High UnHolydays for gatherings and High Sorcery.
ESBATS
* RELATED: FAQ Holidays
A morning mist eves the snow white in my roof,
The chimney swallowed by big belly waist,
Floating red glimmered the skies all night,
Indoors he rest his enchanted beauty,
Gifts to all he left along with his great Love.
I'm those little presents tied in bows,
Drifting deep in halt sea,
Those of leaking hearts dwelling broken,
Those souls sinking deeper,
With all the gifts life brought to men.
Santa's merriment this coming Christmas will be something to behold!
The family's sentiment at this time of year a joy to see.
All ready with their attonement; however,none needed as they'd all been so good.
Santa notices the ammendments on the Christmas lists; left where they lay.
Santa's announcement that he had found the food,
Santa's ammusement with a mouth full of mince pie.
The reindeers ate to fullfillment, the carrotts left , as they too had. had a hard day.
Now to the arrangement of the presents piled high to the sky.
In contentment around the Christmas tree Santa carefully arranges the gifts.
Someone's up already, quickly time to leave and fly.
By Anita Griffiths
Can’t there be a holiday for the lonely people?
People walking around in a daze
Makeup running down their cheeks
Reflecting on the one who slipped through their needy fingers
Or cursing their solitude
Wishing no one would have to share their quiet worthlessness
No
Instead we pile teddy bears onto shelves like shitty food onto cafeteria trays
We cram chocolate into heart shaped boxes
Packed tightly, claustrophobic
Like the air tight monogamy of a committed relationship
We buy women expensive lingerie
Only to tear it off the minute it’s in front of us
We buy overpriced cards so Hallmark
Can tell our partner how we really feel
And we do it all in the name of love,
Or at least whatever we’re calling the social contract conjoining two people
Who enjoy talking to each other almost as much as fucking
I want a national regrets day
Just some sort of terrible liquor on clearance
And a note pad where everyone can write down their mistakes
Could I finally make my friends jealous as they awe at my expansive scroll?
And what about slutty people?
Where is their holiday? (If we’re not counting Halloween)
Divorced, widowed?
I think they deserve a holiday as well.
Some people have good reason to avoid relationships
Perhaps they had the romance of the century
Until an untimely death or illness
Maybe he turned out to be a cheater
Maybe she turned out to be a he
But alas,
I get on with my point,
Valentine’s Day isn’t the celebration of real love
It’s the annual cornballathon ode to our obsessed, idealistic vision of it
Love is powerful and incredible
But it’s also brutal and gross
It has sharp elbows not found on a cuddly teddy bear
And when you celebrate love
You’re also celebrating jealousy, revenge and despair
It may be too darn starry- eyed for one to suggest we stop pretending love is anything you’d be able buy in a store
But my non- conformist, abominably angst ridden heart is unrelenting in its pursuit
Start enjoying what we really are
Not what the commercials say we should be
Another year of misery.
Fruitcake flashbacks and a dead tree.
Candy, Candy, everywhere,
up my nose and in the air.
Green/blue jeans with a French inseam.
Never, in my wildest dreams!
I always pray that it's just a trend,
but 364 and we do it again!
Holy Moses!
We all know this...
is just conspicuous consumption!
During the Christmas season, people tend to be more nice.
We should be like that every single day and that statement is precise.
Every day of the year should be like Christmas time.
If it was that way, there would be less hate and crime.
It's important to always be good to others.
In the eyes of God, we're all sisters and brothers.
Be kind to your fellow man, that's very important to remember.
I hope everybody has a Merry Christmas on the 25th of December.
'Twas the spirit and the season's heart
that bred him – this bread man, left to bake
'til December. But this time, the part
he plays, should he rise before you wake,
will decide which of our souls to take.
This winter, a confectionery
bad boy with gumdrop buttons will stake
his claim and leave a legendary
path of cinnamon Hell in his wake.
Gingerdead Man: Killmas Carol 2 –
coming soon to a theater near you.