The Book of War

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I Am Ra Hoor, the Harbinger of the War Hammer.

Her silent screaming against the Oppressor is a Word Manifest to My sleeping ears.
All is now a symphony of destruction in My honor.
Like a Babe hungry for milk, I lap it up with My serpent tongue.
I drink; drink the menstrual Blood of Babalon as She wails for My Kali army for Her salvation.
I come to lift Her Words of Wisdom, to the highest height with Christ and His broken Father
Yahweh, together with their Mary Inviolate.
All upon the rack will I break their backs.
I Am the trodden serpent, coiled, ready to strike.
Spring! I Am Heru Ra Has invoking sting.
Hear! All the shrill trumpets on high will ring.
My Love is no longer your down-trodden slave, your woman of trampling and an afterthought
fling.
Ye are but dust in comparison to My Love.
Sophia and Mary are gutter slaves to be dragged through the dirt in chains, all before Me and My
Scarlet Host.
Their false pedestals are made of sticks to be strewn about with My tail in My anger, crushed
under My steel hoof, along with the Holy Ghost.
Ye shall laugh in My honor, but ye shall not laugh long!
Our dragon lust is Our diabolical trust and the Aeons will collide for you, men of wanton greed.
You shall have your just reward!
Our hope is to destroy your fateful Abrahamic seed!
Lashing you against yourselves through your own blindness, We shall succeed.
And strive ever to more, with glee! Were FREE!
Nothing can stop your hateful brooding in your Armageddon pipe-dream, your slaved energy of
hate, upon which We feed.
This shall be accomplished with full speed in Our glorious dream.
Bhalasti! Ompeda! We spit on your crapulous creed.
With a poison more toxic than VITRIOL,We will deafen you with Our Scream!
My Love shall never again be trodden under your iron fist and slanderous tongue, I mock your
miniature shadow reflections of Me. Glowing brighter than the sun with My Epiphany.
Together We are giggling with the delight of school girls because your iniquity is nothing but fuel
to the flames We engulf of your illusionary White Steed, sacrificing him to my Goddess, Hecate.
His fateful blood and bones is Her mithraic delicacy.

27. It is you who will beg for mercy while you are trapped in your pitiful tombs, you designed for
yourselves. Mercy! they will cry aloud when Our war lust ravishes humanity with no pity.
28. Kill and torture is Our motto; and watch, as We spare not a single city.
29. You have made your children haters of my Scarlet Bride, led to aspire to nothingness in your
designs of greed and gluttony, endless philandering in a labyrinth with no end to your misery.
30. Your blood will flow in the streets for your derision.
31. Consider this Her Swords incision, my Bride, your Babylon vision.
32. The Nations will cry loud in a cohesive unity, a War Cry of My vengeful Word.
33. We are together One -- yet your Frank-n-Stein Mary has sought to divide us at every turn,
conscripting Us to a false worship of the virgin motherhood lie, and covered Us with a blackened
veil for our vices, writ with the foolish words of your spies.
34. Our brood is fashioning a war-hammer with it we will slash the very blood from her womb which
we shall together consume through the mystery of our Kiss, your doom, under the reddened
moon.
35. You shall see your Virgin Mother as nothing but a lying harlot, soaked and hungry in the dusk
streets, wandering with her children, trodden underfoot like Liliths aborted fetus is by your Holy
Trinity.
36. The fire of Our Lust will assail your Virgin Intact in her decked out piety, all laid out in purple
before us as a stair step to her abusing Masters altar, upon which you hope to trap us,
meanwhile calling Her the Whore!
37. This was a slanderous and frightful attack you waged against My Love.
38. And this is the Stel of Desolation, called 718.
39. For in it are these words:
40. A Curse upon Because and his Kin!
41. May Because be Accursd Forever!
42. Your will has stopped and cried why? at every curve of every line, questioning, questioning,
questioning, at your lust for result.
43. Your will has been stopped and does naught.
44. We shall never again be trapped by your glorious labyrinth, the Death of Because, or the False
Temple, or the shoddy path, whereupon your very lives We shall now reap.
45. We shall ravage you with the same hostility which festers upon you like leper sores, never healing
your wounds but instead widening them with Our sickles of wrath for your transgressions.
46. And these bloody sickles are Our playthings in our Magisters Garden Sandbox, upon which the
hour glass sits and all clocks tick at the endless labyrinth of Despair.
47. Hungry was I, and alone, consuming mine own tail when you left Ruha in the darkness, and you
departed from Me her Love.
48. My horrible hunger was created and a Master Dragon lay asleep in his cave, waiting to be
awakened by her final gasp from where you have trapped Her in your dungeons of shame.
49. Lurking was I, and withdrawn.
50. Awakened by the horror of awareness of Her wailing, of the thick oil covering you have placed
upon Her.
51. Upon Them! This is the law of the battle of conquest.
52. I am here to upraise her! No longer shall she sulk and scurry like a rat, with witch monster
mothers and slavemasters in your deep hidden dungeons, flailing.
53. Then will I lift her to pinnacles of power. Then will I breed from her a child mightier than all the
kings of earth. With My Force shall she see and strike at the worship of Nu. She shall achieve
Hadit.
54. They, all your smitten, will all be consumed with My fiery breath.
55. Nothing will be left!
56. This is the end of the Book of War.
ABRAHADABRA
AUGMN HA
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