The Baphomet in Poetry

To be nothing
Is to be everything
In this illusion
People’s minds are
Riddle with beliefs
Speaking other people’s words
As if it belongs to them
In their utopic apocalyptic paradise
That breeds division and hate

Their slogan preaches
That we are all equal in death
As disease and famine
Eat you from the inside
And fear controls your mind
Your eyes are red
As you have your affair
With hate
Cause death cannot wait

Destiny turns its page
Everything good
Has caused you pain
Your malice grows in vain
To silence those that
Blasphemy your name
You worship the goat
To win your fame

Venus is on her way
For Justice makes her sane
Balance is the only way
To bind the blind
Before the diseases become rampant
Eating your brain
As the mindless
Slave you to their ways