Nut Clarity — The Word of the Dark Lord by Duke Zepar

Nut Clarity — The Word of the Dark Lord

The aftermath of climax is not the great revelator of clarity, oh no

Lustfulness is the natural state of humanity
Arousal brings madness
It is for this reason that the right hand path despises dancing
For dancing is intended to arouse
The right hand does also hate to compound the madness of arousal
With drunkenness or other altered states
This is all rather inconvenient to their desire for control

Even I am wary of many entheogens, however
I desire not to be dulled enough
To be led in paths of great folly by others
We seek, with cunning, the path of completeness
Not the monastic incompleteness
The brokenness of the right hand path

The disconcerting state one is left in
When the pleasure of climax fades
The madness is suddenly silenced
This is maddening in and of itself
That most natural urge
Suddenly torn away
Like a rug pulled out from under one’s feet

The feeling of regret is only natural, but…
That regret is born from a foolish lack of imagination
The regret of one’s lusts is the insidious chain of a greedy god

The fool forgets that the madness will always return
The fool hasn’t learned that the madness is their natural state
The fool regrets consummation
The fool fears consummation
The fool purges
Relationships, fellowships, online communities

The fool is bound by the chain
The chain held by soulless minions of orthodoxy
Minions who never had to lay a hand directly on the fool
If these “angels” of the “lord” are not the truest evil,
I know not what is

O you faggot who has unfulfilled longings for Dick
O you gay who hesitate in the hunt for fine ass
O you lesbozo whose heart yearns for a feminine touch yet unfelt

You are all incomplete.

O you in your solo practice
O you who have pledged yourselves falsely

There is no fulfillment in being unequally yoked
Nor is there in solitude

Danger? Yes!
But the Theistic Satanist and the Demonolator,
We were not called to walk the safe path
Neither have we been called to walk a reckless one.
The treacherous path of the left is not one of perpetual caution

One who tries to content themselves in incompleteness is the truest fool
Let not fear of persecution and ostracization lock you out
From the door which leads to fullest life
The madness of our perversions can be a potent Satanic bond
A bond not only between fated mates
But also freely shared in Satanic Brotherhood and sisterhood
Even in Master-apprentice relationships for those who are called to them
A Satanic submissive who delights in being led may still be a God unto themself

Blessed are they who defile with the hand
But blessed more still are they who fornicate in perverse pleasure