The King of Britain

I feel like I was born with Elizabeth as my sister though after we went on extravagant travel's throughout the Universe conquering everything within our path and stuff like that. This started making me realize the mystery of the perfection of the Key of it All and the mystery as to how I was discoverer of.

This somehow happened during Schizophrenia 192 Magick though while I was desperately trying to survive the vicious attacks from the voices. I feel like I somehow must have programmed myself to go through this Schizophrenia 192 journey over again so I could accidentally as it seems remember who I am and how I did it.

This is just a story I wrote, it's all just freestyle I don't feel like editing. It's just like a draft not the final product at all, I just figured I'd post it as soon as possible though as I am posting all of my ideas as soon they come.

It's not edited or fixed by the way I just wrote it as it came to me so it's not that greatly written just freestyle written in the midst of my ventures...

(Remember it's not edited at all.)


Naked lonely cold and wanting
A virgin nymph
Skin fair and blonde hair
Catching my attention
A naked Princess
By the water well
On a lonely green pasture
Awaiting or so it seems
The affection of one
Who by watching shouldst
Come to her delight

In the fieriest
most dreadful days
Under Siege
A light was shed upon
My troubles in the form
Of a lonely and naked
Wanting nymph The Cavernous
and infinite portal of her
most sacred parts gives
one the thought of Nuit One, None
Goddess of All from the injustice
of a barely dawning reason upon
the beasts slow ere become man

A God was born

The fiery star that is my soul
Desperately fighting the cruel
injustice of the yells
A spreading cancer

Survival mechanisms fail

A King thereby fighting in order
to establish a good country
Now claiming reign over his
own land, strong and stable
with power
Now sitting upon his throne
Did bare himself a daughter

As time doth make the flowers grow
A time did come in which she now
Grown became wanting or so it seemed
For there was really no telling for her nakedness
But I in desperate wanting knowing who she was and what power she has

As a man in dieing of thirst within the desert does seek Oasis
was she naked and lone by the well

After then proclaiming her love
Did she succesor to a throne
Behead her Father
Shortly thereafter making me King
And so it was that the slaying didst begin

Desperate for power my Kingdom began
Ready for War
Until the Holy Universe was conquered

As all the nymphs do always long
Powerful also did I decide
To keep the Queen distracted but still in tact
as my most powerful weapon

The Book of the Law

A sacred bond never to brake no matter what
aught might ensue
Shall I always...
Remain... the King... of Britain

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.

Love is the Law, Love under Will.