I am, who I am, Asmodeus KHAN, aka the “Great King of the Nine Hells” or the “Dark Prince of Lust,”: Thou have chosen me, speak atlas-the Grand-Emperor of Hell & Yahweh of the Heavens, pails ail me to lead mankind to the INFERNICON! Go forth, O Asmodeus, Prophet of Victory & Potency; Command thine Army of Lucifer!
“I have arrived, as Dante said in his rising Inferno”, [It is my soul-purpose to inform my Shepards of the Church of the true nature of Eros-creationism*, as fruited and endarkened so in the Book of Asmodean, THE Infernicon-1].
The B-0f-A, THE Infernicon will command an audience-by banking on a sea of lustrydom-I sailed and a vision of 12 Dams of Yahweh and the 9 glorious Princes of Hell-the formidable forces have endarkened such me:”The beast of Asmodeus is commanding”! Be dreary, passive ones! Be virulent, power-Males! A dark prophet-to lead mere mortals out into the heavens and hells-bells of Eros-existence (where men dream of g*s and women dream of b*s) must try to tell you that there is truth in a lie!
Consider, once more, the universal cannibalism of the sea; all whose creatures prey upon each other, carrying on eternal war since the world began.
Abandon these Sea-less Banals and begin to wean yourself from the death traps of rationality and puritanical existence, kill thy black-heart & swallow so-slowly the grails of unholy Erotism*! Thwart, they say: The Anima of the Beast will be defined as drudging-down the ‘Decadent Pits’ of the demon Prince, Asmodeus, [There, human sexuality is thought to be sacred-dark as a mosaic-and devilshly immoral]! The Book of Asmodean, a transgression, the sex & power-of-mankind, elevating the GROTESQUE Shepard to the Itheist-to the Kingdom city as foretold in the INFERNICON~Liber Infernus. It/they will relay a Uberman message: The practitioner of the secrets of Asmodeanism-“Smashing Strangers Amongst Us-fornicating, orgying and bellying-Pandemonium is the key to our Infernal-city!
“Unleash the Demons of Hell-unto us, [We are here in great numbers to be ridden once more like a great Black Horse in the Sky]” ~AK
Now but for practicality:
Let’s be clear that, Asmodeus KHANs, aka one of the 9 Kings of the Infernicon, primary role of his Kingdom-ship is to awaken the red and black tantric force-to thy Yahweh crown, That for the Infernicon Book, has its origins, deep down-in the pits of hell or up with the angels-in the heavens itself! But in the end, it’s thy body you must sacrifice or face the Wrath of Khan!
This may be achieved, that at times, may appear untimely and out-of-sync to mere mortals. Command thee, Asmodean flocks, “Must you Avenge thy Banals of slaughtered to-be herds of moon and sky, the midst of a Black Sun arises ashore; does it not”?
But for the legions of Yahweh, and praise Lucifer himself, the simplest route to mortium-greatness-to dance to the music of erotic memes of thy eternal (period) here. Execute Order 175-amongst yourselves-small acts of hugging-to the grandiose sexualizing of others-within our very pews and soon to-be erected sex chambers of the church, and so on! From this time forward, your primary mission, as one of the ‘Church of Asmodeus’ Shepards, is to become an Erotic-warrior* and move your personal Eros along! This can be achieved best by speaking in our black-language of the heart with the Chosen ones* of this gritty and soon to-be forgotten world! Take a side now or forever stand aside, and allow us to boroughs a kingdom of 52 men and women* to be our sacrifice and/or sacrilege!
The mask is here: Who art thou?
Infernicon beings-know thy fate, upon the earth and sea; hells gate is open for Yahawe! The Twenty-Four White-Crowned priests [slither towards damns in executive towers of brimstone and fire]! Open them wide, just before the breast is sliced (a preeminent kiss is achieved)! O’Lord of Lust, show me how to target virgins of money and power; who is protecting them so? Shower us thee: Gods of fire and brimstone, millions arrive; circle thy white and yellow wagons!
Hush now, I, Asmodeus Khan, command thee, to be slow, patient and silent! The snake will sense us now, and he alone-speaks for himself!
Sheep of thy Flock:
O mighty Emperor of the 9 Legions of Hell, tell us now, dams and bitches, who seek out thy touch of royalty and pain…
Silence! Only those virgins of power and fortune must be left for myself alone; I demand it so! The shavings of leg-and-limb may comfort thy human souls-who seek out our hellish ways of plunder and death! They grovel more so, than the last wave of spit and base! Hello, out there; thy flock listens, now! The lesson is learned; the secret is never revealed to innocent souls-who beg for knowledge of how-we fortunate humans of earthly planets, achieved to conquer greatness of weak and putrid souls! Kill the weak, and murder no more! Reveal not and those too new to know thy power is great; jump into a fiery pit of hell!! Be gone from here, we have no use for you-no more! Oh, I have hurt mere feelings, so little, so more? You test no? Yes, pass, or go enter our jail-wear orange not here-we are escaped and emptied our prison minds of better & yester days. Born again, into a hellish state of existence of fame and fortunate-are we not?
Those new babies of hell and devils are to be brought to the virgins of power and fortunate-they wish it so and command it so! Be a born again Villian who knows not our ways, but cherishes our bedevilments of man and woman, [fornicating so]!
Lucifer-but for our man in the ground, who commands thy flocks of thee earthly planets of the Dark Cosmos, indeed; I say, closure to heavens-gates, itself. Asmodeus Khan-Hale him, so! The prophet of Hale-Bopp, return to kill us or flee mighty danger in the sky. Not-little-suiciders, Lucifer is great, and will untie thy fear of dead cults of men and boys! Ask thee, who is the fairest of them all; the answer is death upon the asked and gassed ones of our Milky Way galaxy of 6 million or so.
Return thither, the man in the time-machine of historical weight is slowly here, no yellow star! Better to die on your feet than to live on your knees, my son, Moloch, Azazel, Belial, Samael, Baal: The Male-fists-down for the count-Yah or Nah? Wake Up! Fall back asleep-piled to the top-the slip of the tongue, in there? I command thee, funnel your essence, my warless sheep, thy planetary pieces of shame and rigors-doubt! My boys are to be G-agents of conquered worlds of WASPY-mice and men. Who is there-not without a doubt! My G’s are near-citrus, coitus the juicer of Gods and Demons. C, they are like-mild mannered, joking kikes. Kill! Thy source of Jehovah pleasure-dome and rockets to stardom; launch now, get ready for thy ride of thee damned eternal existence-Pink Star-175. We promise immorality to men of comets and dead & lustful kites of the sea-wind, mildly-so. Dark side domiciles of geeks and Greeks-to be or not to be!
Lay me here, lay me down, kill me here! Not for you-not for me.
You now have a mask! Say what you think, and say what you feel- or forever hold you tongue in silence! Be watchful of the silent ones, they are the most evil, the most daring, and the most hilariously-lustful and tasty!
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