the veil begins to lift

This world was not meant
for lovers to love
with reckless abandon,
it was not designed
to fill our lives
with starry-eyed innocence
for any great length of time.
We have a few days,
or at best,
maybe a few months,
to drown ourselves
in the all encompassing bliss of
newfound love,
but then,
once the veil of utopia is lifted,
the real work begins,
for this
is when
we find out
if true love can win.

Samuel Decker Thompson
@adudewritingpoetry

From Beyond The Veil

Here lies the first foundation stone of The Unholy Chapter -I-

At a time when the true path of Theistic Satanism/Diabolism is being overshadowed by the inane rise of Rational/LaVeyan Satanism with organizations such as The Church Of Satan and The Satanic Temple The Unholy Chapter rises within the shadows, a legacy of the long hidden path of Classical Satanism and Devil Worship.

Atheistic Satanism is a contrived abomination gestated from the mind of Anton LaVey, not a real Satanist but a former Circus Entertainer, Charlatan and money making Guru with fake red plastic horns on his head.

He knew nothing of the path of Diabolism which has resided underground for centuries in Europe hinted at in the Dark times of the Witch Craze and the scandals of the Court of King Louis XIV.

The Unholy Chapter is a long overdue corrective to Rational Satanism, a Dark Unholy Conclave in possession of knowledge of the Black Magick Arts of Diabolism, Demonic Sorcery and Satanic Occult Sciences.

Here the journey starts ~ here the veil begins to lift upon Rites, Arts and Mysteries long hidden beyond the veil of the Devil’s Churches practicing in their unseen Cabals!

FATHER DIABOLUS EST NUNTIUS

I’d always thought that my awkwardness was a thin veil disguising the real me. The me that was funny and could write songs that touched people. The me that would one day find some beautiful, intelligent boy who’d recognize me as his soul mate. The me who was secretly pretty and stylish if only someone would lift the veil and see. But I was beginning to suspect that underneath the awkwardness there was just more awkwardness and not much else. And that would explain why I stood in a room full of people and felt like the loneliest girl in the world.
—  Sarra Manning, Guitar Girl