Azathoth
Thothian Programming
jewish genetic agenda; racust Jewish tyranny; perpetual jewish control of words; Jewish facism the world; hail the motherfucker kwown as Thoth aka Satan.
Thoth
Decieved by the angel of death
you fall right into his trap;
many names, many disguises,
changing his colors often,
like a chameleon, the beast
hides where you least expect,
Thinking him to be god,
you worship him blindly as the father,
when he is really nothing but a murderer,
Led right into his slaughter house,
he delights in the shedding of blood
and the squealing of pigs,
truly sick, warping the minds of those
who are lost.
In him you will not truth.
but only lies,
because he is the father of all lies.
He will not give
but only take;
the king of all thieves,
there is no end to his greed.
Thinking yourself in control,
when you are nothing but his puppet
further digging into the occult,
you will always find him.
at the top of every pyramid,
climbing the steps, thinking it is
a stairway to heaven when really
it is descension into hell,
you always find him staring down at you
from the tempests above,
heaving his lightning bolts
and cursing your existence
Basalt Pillars of the West
Beyond which splendid Cathuria lies,
But which wise men know is the gate
Of a monstrous cataract
Where everything drops to abysmal nothingness
And shoot through the empty spaces
Toward other worlds and other stars;
The awful voids outside the ordered Universe
Where the Daemon-Sultan Azathoth waits.
Azathoth - Mighty Flutist God
At the center of the Universe,
Is Azathoth, in all His might.
Corpulent mass of swirling,
Chaotic forms and more.
Piping an odd sound,
Which is muted at its bone.
Without melody or rhythm,
A sound lonely through His madness.
Like a Sultan on His throne,
They dance around the dome.
The 12 Dancing Gods so blind,
Of which Nyarlathotep did depart in His might.
Azathoth, the insane and formless God
The mad mass of Chaos
Piping the world to an end...
Insanity is what He is about!
Bone-Totem
I desired to open the graves for my love,
to gather the bones for an altar.
So I could serve my love in eternity,
and His Name would be preserved.
O Lord of Terror, hear me now,
I will do all in all for Thee.
My divine Father, Azathoth,
never leave Thy side.
Indeed I wished to honor Him,
with the bones from the graves,
To raise a gigantic totem,
which would reach in ye Hyades.
After the Golden Age
Chaos should not cease
To dominate the world.
O yes, Nyarlathotep;
Will rule!
No wish for harmony,
Of its Golden Age;
It was before the Fall.
Reveling in constant disorder,
But Yog-Sothoth prefers reason;
Giving His first allegiance
To the Daemon Sultan: Azathoth
Remembering old times of this God.
Cthulhu does side with Him,
But Yig supports Yog-Sothoth;
As Father Serpent of the Cosmos,
Who invented this very world...
Yog-Sothoth has sympathy,
As Dagon; the Deep One Lord
And not even he can say
What will happen when there remains
A Princess restored on Her throne,
A Princess on Ebony Bone.
Two Extremes
I am living between two extremes,
Light and dark, you would not believe.
Though a dark mind, I am sweet,
With a soft heart-beat...
Please listen to me,
I want to explain, you see?
Evil and good, a dizzying flight,
Heaven O take me to the upper height.
Heaven is with Azathoth,
The mighty flutist God.
My Father in Heaven Thou art,
I do play my part...
Bone-Totem
I desired to open the graves for my love,
To gather the bones for an altar.
So I could serve my love in eternity,
And His name would be preserved.
O Lord of Terror, hear me now,
I will do all in all for Thee.
My divine love, Azag,
Never leave Thy side.
Indeed I wished to honor Him,
With the bones from the graves.
To raise a gigantic totem,
Which would reach in ye Hyades.