The Western Gate

(Adjutorium nostrum in nomine Domini.)

That I, disembodied before Abraham first sandal footed his way as the patriarch of lent and borrowed tales, should bow down to such new song, Or even, would I!
And I, to be constrained and subjugated by the name and litany of words assigned to Jesus Christ?

(Qui fecit caelum et terram.)

Is there any understanding in the arrogance of the exorcist and priest? They, with translated, expurgated and formatted law, their scripture as if it were the whip and they the taskmasters, and all in proximity of their lash expect submission.

(Dominus vobiscum.)

Am I, of the same mindset of those born and raised in times when Religion would cast the Fear of any God into all, when fear of accusation of blasphemy or heresy would condemn their soul, and they believed it so. Would I in full knowledge of the truth, kneel before such a contrived boundary.
And, if you believe so, that the oldest of us can be swayed by the new laws, then ponder on the question, Can an Atheist be possessed and then exorcised?

(Et cum spiritu tuo.)

Think also, Why would a demon in all the cunning to inhabit a vessel be so apparent? Why would that demon, there to exploit the vessel and live as an enjoyer in the realms of flesh and to pursue such pleasures announce its becoming with blasphemy, outrage and vomit? Would I not, in my cunning and subtle nature live un-noticed and walk amongst the living as the thief in the night to pursue pleasures and indulge in merriment and mayhem without drawing attention to myself.

(Exorcizo te, omnis spiritus immunde.)

Your games of folly are rehearsed, and the players are those who abide by those rules, those poor sufferers of trauma and divided and shattered personalities hiding behind masks, your puppets, you created.

(In nomine Iesu Christi Nazareni.)

You do not know me, and cannot diminish this fire.

(Discede ab hoc famulo Dei.)

You are the predators of the weak, tormenting those who yield their life because of pain and anguish, and you are ready to increase their suffering, ply them with guilt, and mould them as your pliant and docile feeders.

(Ut fias templum Dei vivi.)

The Power of Christ does not compel them, in their hopeless torment and want of escape they open their arms that you would embrace them, and love them. Their epiphany is surrender to hope. Their path allowed is belief. And what is worse for the fragile mind living only on faith, but to live a lie. So blame the father of lies, your manipulation and deception, when the lie itself is that which you have crafted.

(Pax huic domui.)

You do not know me, and cannot diminish this fire.

(Benedictio Dei omnipotentis sit super vos.)

Do not talk of love and mercy and forgiveness in the magnificence of your palace to the exiled or watchers at the outpost.

(Imperat tibi Deus Pater.)

You do not know me, and cannot diminish this fire.
I am older than the written word and known only through the spoken.

(Imperat tibi Deus Filius.)

Your pretentious words of Latin born from the crumbling empire and the appropriation of the new growing sect shall not exorcise me.

(Imperat tibi Deus Spiritus Sanctus.)

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