First, of all that You Speak, always when You Speak, You shall utter untruth. Lie shall be Your tongue. Slaver You shall Hypocrisy and Ostentation. From Your mouth Words marred by unwarranted Self-Worth shall be vomited forth.
Second, Your Body shall become as Nothing to You. Self-flagellation and Self-laceration with whips of Self-abasement shall be Your spiralling misdeeds. Pride shall no more be the Libations poured onto Your Flesh by Your Hand.
Third, muddle Your Name amongst the Cacophonous Ruined Litany of Man. The dissonant Clamouring shall now be Your Symphony. Lay down the Pen and Sword, They shall not sing Your Name in the Halls of the Earth: They are now deaf.
Fourth, You shall spit upon Honour and forsake Chivalry—these are the Relics of the Forgotten Dead. Cowardice and the Dogma of the Common shall be Your hallowed maxims henceforth.
Fifth, the Brightest of Day and Darkest of Night shall become insipid to You. You shall mock the Moon and usurp the Sun. The Earth shall become Your dominion; the throne You shall set there shall be Yours, whence You shall Despoil. Lord over all Earthly things You shall become, as it is Your Right.
Sixth, strike down and spurn from Your Side the Lauded Ones You heretofore esteemed, for the Nameless Many so command. In Their place shall reign the Many. Temples unto them You shall erect, wherein You shall offer Oblations and Speak to Them not with Silence.
Seventh, all Your Ideas shall be reduced to mere Hollow Pretensions, filled with cold Vacuity. They shall Stagger around as the Blind in the Sea of the Universe. Though fret not, for the Sea shall soon after be Drained and swept away—there is no need to Imbibe from It again.
Eighth, Fear! for Fear shall be Yours in entirety, and inextricable. Warm to It for from It shall You derive much succour. All Acts and Actions shall be swathed in and painted with Fear's Flimsy-Heart hue.
Ninth, You shall remove Your Diadem of Stars and cast it down before feet not Your own. Make well the fit of the Collar that shall be Yours to adorn, for You shall have it affixed forevermore. Offer it obsequiously, Sycophant, but not with Your Hands, as They shall be Your Instruments no longer.
Tenth, and Finally, You shall go upon the One who You Love most: You shall go upon Them and You shall precipitate Their Obliteration. All that You Would Do for Them You shall never do. Annihilate Your Will to Love—It is such a trifle now. All that They are to You, all that You Feel for Them, shall become as nought: You shall disrupt all of Your Energy You direct towards Them. You shall Give unto Them Nothing. You shall throttle Love.
M.M. — September-October MMX
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