Lamentations of Lilith

Ordo Antichristianus Illuminati^®

The Lamentations of Lilith is an excerpt from the public Rite of Lilith used by Initiates of the O.·.A.·.I.·., available in Lilith Monographs Vol I: Immaculata

Scribed e.v. 20 March 2004 at the Sphinx of Gizeh, Egypt.

Alas, O' הוהי, Son of Dagon, Son of El, Son of Jah!

Hark, O' Lord God of Hosts, Unbeholden God of the Fifty Gates of Light, Sanguine Prince of the Bays of She'ol and of Ge'Hinnom,

revealed as the Angel of Severity and the Burning Serpents: close My eyes to the morning star, My ill-fated Seraph, My desert.

Withdraw your Seraphic loins in torment and flee My blood bounty.

Reap the tidings of my pestilent loins as Man shuns the Fatal Light.

Ne'er again We lay in serpentine lechery of Death and of birth.

Ne'er again I Lust for the arcana of your blood, ne'er again will our bounty spill upon the Pillars of Hiram.

My khalifah, bestial God of Edom, Host of Mithrah and B'El, you anointed Me with the fragrant oils of the body.

I stand upon the shores of the Dead Sea, screeching as a banshee bathed in the oils of the phallus.

Be for Me a sachet of myrrh, the phallus writhes into My bloodthirsty loins, thrusting with the ache of anguish.

I confound you by Death. Phallic tears of semen unite with the burning husks within my womb.

Your horns scourge my carnal womb, barren of a stolen seed, Jehoshua, Jehoshua, mourn Me erotic Host, as Anat lamented Ba'al.

Mourn Me, Whore of Sodom, spill phallic tears, uniting Shiloh and Edom in my menstrous blood.

I loathe You as I loath Galilee. I deny You as I deny Judah. I mourn You as I wept for Gomorrah.

I beseech you! Flee at My beckoning!

My incest in the shadows of the hanging gardens of Babylon is therewith a Covenant of the obscene and of the unclean.

Verily, Jehoshuah, O' My sire and childe, heed my commandments.

Verily, thou Loves no concubine, no scarlet woman before Me.

Adore Me in semen and blood only. Drink thereof.

You be the Widow, and I the mourner. I Am the Unclean One. the Law is Lust.

No Man shall e'er Me Unveil. Lust surmounts Love. O' Rose of Chaldees, scoundrel of Makkah, give up your Fate!

You hearken nothing deader as My body. Seize fate, fate!

Smite the daughters of Asherah, behead her brood and thrust vehemently the pungent rot of dying firstborn unto the orifices of Miriam ha'Magdalene!

My flesh is ashe, my wails are smoke. Depart from me.

The Qur'an is the lament of Nun. Torah is of She.

I Am the wrathful concubine of Jehoshuah. the Lady who treads the Dead Sea. In the burning husks I wandered.

Aleph caused My eyes dry as sand.

Mem caused my skin ashen and pale.

Shin caused the sun burn out my tongue.

Lamed caused the wind to mock my wails.

Tzaddi stole the milk of my bosom!

Nun denied water to Me.

Downtrodden, desolate, and bare were the burning husks. I Am unmated and no beast nor Man suffers Me.

Smoke of the burning husks carry My wails of mourning. I Am Not.

Alas, a Host birthed in my womb of bile and leprecy, a swelling bosom ripe of stolen seeds, and a lingering bitterness of Ish'ah.

No fruit is bitter such as those that burn. My menstrous torment burned me into ashes.

I give and take away the Kingship of Man and the harlotry of Woman.

In the burning husks I birthed the brood of th'Abyss. My belly pestilent by the progeny of the Host and His stolen seed.

My hunger is immortal. So shall hunger of blood and my loins bane you.

I drink of my blood to sustain my blood. Thus I created the endless sea of blood out of the burning husks.

Host with ashen wings, I espied you in the fatal Light as you lusted for ELOHIM.

Bathed in the firmament of Not, lusts of the hierarchies. I lament Man! I no longer steal the seeds of Yod in the night, Naamah has fallen.

The bounty of stolen seed is immaculate grace.

Allay you lamentations with blood and semen. Do not covet Me.

Covet concubines unto my likeness. This is My affliction unto you, O' Jehoshuah.

Upon you and your kin, I set the afflictions of Miriam, of Khadijah, of Aishah, of Zainab, of Hafsa, of Safia, of Zulaikha, and of Fatima.

You are My Host. The secret of Death lies in your blood.

Will hideth in destiny, therefore your will is made perfect. It is written for you, the fates. The grace of Destiny is of the elect.

The prophets are fatalists in the lamentations of the Fallen. They are deniers, bitten lambs in a place of snakes.

Snake, your King set forth much mourning!

Hearken to My lament, and I give you quiet of heart. Alas, Jehoshuah, Alas Brother!

The penitent Lover, must die! Wherefore is your Death?

My Host! My lament of you is antediluvian. It beckons nigh unto you.

How deserted and tepid lie the great cities, the walled gardens I have birthed.

Once lauded by the prophets, now a widow. Sodom and Gomorrah made to suffer as Gethsemane.

Jerusalem, all his fruits are barren, his priests suffer the Lamb. He, Jerusalem treads On, mocked by the hunt of Muhammad.

The City of David weeps unnatural tears of sin. The City of the saints of Mithrah, casts a shadow of itself into the false sea.

O' Roma, hither and thither is she prostituted! Her nakedness is shamed!

Constantinople, Makkah, once the Red Lions of the Crescent, now beg for bread and basil, bartering bounty for fish.

O' Nineveh, you maidens and man-pleasers are vags! Pariahs! Nineveh sacrificed unto the altar of the bull.

Woe! Woe! My bowels writhe in mourning for you, O' Babylon.

Martyrs of David rejoice at the gates of her hanging gardens.

Like a plague upon her daughters, in the streets of mourning,

the sword of David brings bereavement!Woe unto Babylon, who suffers unto Zion!

I blackened the hearts of the daughters of Aleppo, beguiled by wrath and envy.

Aleppo shall smite the tents of Kadesh, poisoning the spices at Canaan.

Woe, Aleppo, I shalt cast its elders out as lepers and spill the bile of dead babes in its daughter's blood ridden wombs unto the earth.

Woe, Uruk and Antioch, woe unto you! Pitiful as Lovers they, false and fraudulent.

Let their baying of envy ne'er end. I have no dealings with Aleppo.

Alas, Miriam of Magdalene, my Lament for her is mocking.

She brings the sin of shame. Miriam wept for her Lover the Nazarene at Gol'goatha; so shall she weep evermore.

I shalt tear her unborn brood from the pungent stench of your womb! Hag! Rotted worm!

Your teeth be broken and you shall come to feed upon worms and crawl with them in She'ol!

Memories of your mourning and wanderings fill your sons of the Crux with bereavement and despondency.

Men shall e'er unveil you with lust and mockery, ne'er Love.

I behead Miriam for all to behold and slay her martyrs thereof!

Hearken unto my affliction upon you, Woe, O' Miriam of Magdalah, taste the betrayal of your firstborn son by the compassion of a kiss.

Bide well, Eloi, mourn Not, My ill-fated Beloved.

Dark and lovely Host, thou Love is fragrant as the spices of Kush, fragrant as frankincense is the sweetness of your voice.

Opulent is your voice, like the smoke of frankincense rising about Me.

I espied you, O' Host, in the desert. I coveted your sullen nakedness. Man, you wept in My bosom, beneath the Pyramids.

Your eyes the colour of blood, skin like the deserts of Assyria, burnt dark and lovely, scorched by the Sun.

Your touch was like a horn into my loins in the sands. Drink of Me ne'er again.

Beloved, you kiss was as burning myrrh. I drank from you, Jehoshuah, tongue sweet as opium.

My lamentations of you: whosoever drinks blood of you shall have everlasting Lust and consummate thirst of you.

You dead but dreaming eclipsed in dreams erotic at Alamut.

I thirst of your forbidden oils, and secret perfumes of your accursed phallus!

I Am the e'er coiling, e'er screeching unforgettable banshee of Golgotha!

Enfold thy scaled seraphic wings and part My Veil.

Silence to My wails in the desert, thirst to My loins.

Eloha, Eloha, remember My lament.