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The Last Writings Of Lothar Mokata

The Last Writings Of Lothar Mokata

Darkness consumes me now, the pallid vistas of the World slip out of view and the time I have left is spent with my loved one and in the company of the Demons to which I have always felt closer than the banal masses of the social herd of humanity. I am dying, I sense it, know it . . . too many problems with my body now to give hope of longevity of life,  it matters not, I have lived my life and…

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Passing

Death calls to me But I bid it wait One last task to fulfill Before passing that gate, Its embrace is icy Already its grip takes hold The brain grows weary The body grows old, But writing to complete Verse to be sewn Into the memories of others That Satan’s Path be shown, Take your time Reaper I shall be with you soon When the last word dries Under the Darkened Moon.

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The Declaration Of A Darkened Soul of Hell . . . .

THE BODY IS DYING . . . THE SOUL GROWING DARKER . . . AND ALL THAT IS LEFT IS TO LEAVE THE LEGACY!

My Satanic Name is Lothar Mokata . . . I am a Theistic Satanist of the Old School . . . I embrace words such as Satanic, Unholy, Libertine, Evil, Blasphemous, Decadence, Debauchery, Insidiousness, Lust, Desire and Bloodlust. I am not of the pale creed of the Neo-Satanists who seek to co-exist with other Religions, to paint an acceptable public image of my path . . . I am Evil, I have looked into the Abyss and it has indeed looked into me. My days now are spent with the one I love and in a time of transition as my Soul again becomes pronounced than my physical being . . . the mortal vessel grows weak and the Soul - always effected by its residence within the temple of flesh - now becomes more true to its nature, more Demonic. It is difficult to define who I am in words to others . . . I am void of regret and guilt, I live by the Unholy Laws of My Lord Satan . . .  the world is pale to me and yet the Poet in me still sees the raw beauty and primal energy of this realm behind the illusion forged by the parasites of the Religions of the Pale Gods and the man made Governments of stagnation. I am - as I have always been - at odds with the lumbering masses of this world who seek nothing beyond the sensory experiences each mundane day as to offer them. I crave Darkness and feel more akin to the Demons of Hell than the pallid human lambs that populate the flock of apathy . . . my life has been cursed by a continuous feeling of seeking a Darkness, an Unholy Rapture that always lay out of reach. Only in recent years have I understood that it is a search that will only be truly fulfilled in the glorious raptures of My Infernal Father’s Kingdom - for how can one experience the power and beautiful oblivion of that Kingdom on a realm so restricted as this. But there are others who I feel drawn to in this World, Satanic Kindred who know of the truth of the Infernal Path . . . those who have not paled Our Lord Satan’s Power by denying His existence and relegating His rank to that of a metaphor, yes I speak of the Atheistic/Rational Satanist who to me is a more foul tasting poison than the Catholic Priest, I curse them for their inane existence and take a great pleasure in knowing what awaits them after death, for they shall truly wish it was the nothingness they anticipate when they find out their fate! No, those who are true Satanists and who recognize Our Infernal Father’s truth, these are the only mortal vessels I Honour. Those who feel a closeness to death, to the realms of the dead and see the beauty in death too am I drawn to, for although many do not know it they are connected to the realms between the Worlds of the mortal and the Demonic, they sense what lies beyond normal vision. It is to such Kindred that I leave the Legacy of The Grand Grimoire Of Lothar Mokata . . . for its contents provide a Doorway away from this inane existence into spheres of Power. I am void of compassion, guilt or regret - I have journeyed too far into darkness to contemplate such petty human emotions - I love and serve My Father Satan and His Demons and my life has been dedicated to them, those who are not of His Apostles mean little to me. Am I Evil? . . . I declare this is not a question for me to answer, there are people living in this World who would be dead if not for my Magick, but there are also those who are not who decided to threaten the life of a Satanist. I use the way of Satan’s Black Arts and call upon the power of His Demons as I see fit without any thought for the ethical laws of Orthodox Religions and Conformist Social Structures that commit foul acts veiled under so many guises of good and in the name of social governing. I am dying, my time to return home to the Dominion of Hell draws closer . . . The Grand Grimoire Of Lothar Mokata is a last written Testimony to what I have gained knowledge of upon the Path of the Infernal Initiate . . . a legacy of Power for those who seek to walk outside of the mundane herd, withdraw from the banal social matrix born of corrupt governmental law and the tenets of the Religions of Hypocrisy and Oppression The Grand Grimoire Of Lothar Mokata is a Key to unlock the Gates to Hell, but enter those Gates earnestly and with true dedication, cast off your humanity and become as the Demon clothed in flesh. Walk your life with this Key in your hand, unlock the doorways which lead to the rapture of Our Lord Satan and the Kingdom of Hell . . . then in death you will taste of fruits and experience raptures which shall render those experienced here upon the mortal coil as futile . . . for you shall walk the Halls of Pandaemonium for eternity. Ave Satanas! Lothar Mokata September 11th 2018