Damnation and a Day...

Edgar
The Prince of Darkness is a gentleman.
Modo he's called, and Mahu.
(King Lear, Act 3, Scene 4:135).
http://dewey.library.upenn.edu/sceti/printedbooksNew/index.cfm?textID=harsnett&PagePosition=1

Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
Cause I'm in need of some restraint
(The Rolling Stones: Sympathy for the Devil).

De Umbrarum Regni Novem Portis = The Nine Doors of the Kingdom of Shadows. A book reputed to be ghost written by the Devil himself!

Sometimes I wonder if all we are taught wrong: that good is evil and bad is good. Was the Devil simply a victim of persecution for acting on free will? What sort of Deity creates an imperfect being that he knows will suffer as a result of free will?

Should we seek to follow God or attempt to open the 9th Gate? Does following God mean you commit your entire life to Him (or Her) and what does this mean for your humanity? For some argue that the only portion of the Divine that has any connection with humanity was Christ himself.

According to the De Umbrarum Regni Novem Portis you are able to have complete knowledge, gnosis, of good and evil - to be like God - if you can successfully open the 9th Door to the Kingdom of Shadows, the abode of Lucifer (LCF) himself. The engravings in the three remaining copies of De Umbrarum provide the key. You must recite their meaning in an exact order, but beware of any forgeries!

Solitude

Sometimes I feel like I'm in a castle, where there is a beautiful captive, an evil ogre and Prince Charming - Shrek? Am I one of them, the sum of all of them or just some bystander watching the scene, like Bobby Fischer watching his chess pieces in one of his matches with Victor Korchnoi? I don't see you guys rating the kind of mate I'm contemplating... Can't be too careful with your company. I can feel the devil walking next to me

My past is like that, maybe I should just close the book in which the fairy tale is written and live, like it never happened. Yet the mistakes I have made, the lies I have been told, the people who have betrayed me (including myself), and the things I have done are my history and those who forget their history are doomed to repeat it.

How you turn my world you precious thing.
You starve and near exhaust me.

Everything I've done, I've done for you.
I move the stars for no one.

You've run so long, you've run so far.
Your eyes can be so cruel, just as I can be so cruel
Oh I do believe in you. yes I do.

Live without your sunlight.
Love without your heartbeat.
(Falsetto) I... I...Can't.. live.. within.. you...

Within You (1986: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Labyrinth_%28film%29).

I have little I am proud of and very few happy memories, as memory is selective and incomplete I write this in retrospect, so if I was given the chance to return to my past to correct my mistakes, I do not know if I would be able to do so.

One of my problems is that I usually write this when I'm very tired, late at night.
The Midnight Hours are when I am the most nostalgic and paranoid. Who knows what secrets I may reveal or lies I may write?

So I just continue to exist and to live. Now, where is My Second Wind?...

Solitude

My name it means nothing
my fortune is less
My future is shrouded in dark wilderness
Sunshine is far away, clouds linger on
Everything I possessed - Now they are gone

Oh where can I go to and what can I do?
Nothing can please me only thoughts are of you
You shouldn't have left when I begged you to stay
I've not stopped crying since you went away

The world is a lonely place - you're on your own
Guess I will go home - sit down and moan.
Crying and thinking is all that I do
Memories I have remind me of you

- Black Sabbath (1971).