...Know Ye of this ~ For This Herein is Truth
As remembered from these forgotten cuneiform tablets from the cradle of civilization;
A race, it was told, first descended from the Heavens and appeared upon the earth
One female goddess charged with performing the pleasure tasks of the Nefilim
She, the Thirteenth Maiden of Conception was to become:
Chosen ~ They were to be the Immaculate Incubators of Mankind's initial servitude of labor
Each forced to endure the contracting pains of the Genesis;
Our illegitimate and premature birth...
Her life was created and lived first amongst the multitudes of wandering stars
eons before Ki evolved from a stellar life-bringing calamity that had begun
3,600 years of Her home planets cycle are thus equivalent to one solar of passing
as measuring cords are stretched between Earth and the far away Sun
Only one of the second of fifty that was sent out into the Void she was
Her position not yet reached or minutely attained
For she was then but a mere Child of the Heavens ~ Ignorant and
not yet to behold that it would be she who would carry the Seed
Her destiny was planned but had not yet to her been revealed, sculpted or made
Three times six her Terrain years had then multiplied
Innocence still possessed as her erotic subtle beauty radiated forth
With her coming of age she reflected the soft aura of the Moon
Never once doubting her goddess of a mother
nor ever forsaking or disregarding the care of others
She was kind and gentle ~ pristinely pure
Alas, that virtuousness would be forcibly taken by a trusted one much too soon
For to bring an heir to the place known then as the ancient city Nippur
Her Goddess-Mother began to scheme and connive in many ways
Sol was shinning above in a mellow sky
The fields were silent, empty and barren
Absent of a breeze, it was a perfectly fine idyllic day to bathe
Sending forth her young daughter to wash in the nearby luminous stream
It was there, immersed in those purifying waters ~ wet, naked and alluring
Unknown to her ~ the God Enlil watched and fantasized...
He longed for and lusted, He yearned for and He ached
His godhood turgid and aroused while hidden ~
He fervently began to dream
With a fierce sense of self-greed, possessive want and wild desire
He came forth out of the reeds along the low bank and approached
Shedding His garments, He threw them with great haste upon the damp stone
As He crept forth He uttered unto her all the ways that they would make love...
she shied away from His advances with a reverent politeness tinged with fear
One trembling girl-woman only wanting to again clothe herself and
venture back to Goddess-Mother and the safety of her new world and home
Drunken sexual cravings cannot be quickly exhausted
His inner burning was too great to be rapidly extinguished or appeased
Forfeiting all compassion, righteousness, and kindness...
Forgetting decency and the sacred ingrained, proper civilized ways of His taught beliefs
His focus was directed to the firm pert breasts of the maiden
and the taut lean legs that did not cover what lie between...
‘Moisture drenched and tight female labia lips
Water glistening off of her naked form exposed to Him
only culminated in His obsession for her to be used by Him
For His sexual urges had not been recently known
For far to long He was lonely and had suffered
He would have her for His own furious orgasmic release
Overcome by her, He gave in to the will of primal domination
For after all was not He, Enlil, the leader?
The one chosen by His father Anu as the ruling God of Ki?
More so was it not the divine right of a God
to take what is set before Him and offered
and to be so willingly and accordingly bequeathed?
He mounted, took and knew her nude, fragile and tender body
Ravishing her, He tensed--- thrusting Himself roughly
He repeatedly, raped into every of private of place...
her cries went unheeded and of her muffled gasps He did not hear
Subjugating her to the indecencies of the cruel acts and violation’s
Crudely groping, while sexually tormenting
All the while placing lewd wet licks and smoldering kisses
onto her tear-streaked, youthful dazed and grieving face
...And she lie there, helpless, underneath Him
Shedding silent tears, she whimpered as a child would
Still fighting and resisting, struggling, uncomprehending
All was in vain...
she was tarnished, pained and soiled, abused and drained of spirit
No longer she thought herself as chaste or even good
Performing an act that took enormous strength ~
The only recourse that she came to see ~
she ceased resisting His foul rutting and harshness
Detaching her spirit from the battered and hurting body
she entered a place of undiscovered quiet and peace
It was there she had fled silently to embrace celestial safety
This place that beckoned to her and cried out from within
This place that bespoke of soothing rapture ~
A haven of harmonic and calming tranquility ~
There her ethereal essence was carried to upon the four winds
It was there in this special place that she came to be
With His sweat pouring and falling down upon her
With His lions still wet with god-seed grinding against hers
Quietly, she choked back all of her grief and burning shame
Only then did she return and was made cognizant of the truth and the guilt
For only then did she fully understand and wrongly accepted the sinful blame
Yes ~ A God had raped a virgin goddess in the cold fury of a moment
upon the muddy banks where fragrant waters
flowed crystal clear and virginally pure
The rape of a daughter brought about by self-serving jealousies of a mother
The die were so cast upon that spot
for what Mankind’s future of days would have in store
Unbeknownst to Him, she had returned from that spiritual place
For while a calm blue sky gazed down upon them
Enlil would live to dread the day that had brought about her rape
For gazing deep into her dark moist-filled empty eyes
the invisible celestial bodies saw the spark ignite within her ~
she had brought back the smoldering emanations of revenge,
eternal scorn and the terrible case hardened female branding iron:
The iron that would singe the god-flesh and bear the mark
of a perpetual and all-consuming hate
Know that She had changed that haunted day
She was now fortified with a controlled ruthlessness of Her own
as She accepted Enlil’s hand and vowed to become His wife
But just as Her blood had gushed and flowed forth from Her ruptured fundament
So did it run chilled through Her mind, memory and veins
For the Annunaki are blessed with not only vivid reminiscence
They possess a higher form of unique immunity, shrewdness, and skill
Bestowed they are, with a lingering existence of immortal life
Ninlil swore a silent blasphemous retribution to all Gods at that hour
Yes ~ She had changed,
Exchanging bright innocence for dark malevolence
to cloak the recesses of Her once violated, now sinister core
All She would conquer
All She would overcome
She would seek out and find then seduce "The One”
She vowed to unholy idols and set out upon this task to accomplish
foremost and forevermore
Sumerian, Babylonian, Mesopotamian and
Assyrian cultures are now long lost and faded
Remaining still for the study of scholars
The royal scribe’s records though worn,
Deciphered, they are not misunderstood
Even though the violent rage of nature has prevailed ~
They attempt to relate what the Sands of Time have blown over
Clues sought are seldom ever found whole on these tablets
Ultimately perhaps it is for Mankind’s greater good
Those sands have brought forth the disremembered centuries
Even though they failed in the ways to overtly disguise...
They did their best to eradicate all traces
of what the wind-blown dust could not ever begin to conceal
Eons of facts have proved impossible to vanquish, remove or hide
In Egypt, mummified rulers trapped within their sarcophagi
Sealed vessels therein placed for Eternity
These descendants of the Kings of Horus
commanded the high temple priests to be made known:
“Under Ra, most Exalted in Heaven,
A Goddess abomination The Raised Land does roam
Allow not Her the briefest of an unaware moment
Mortal lives She would capture, corrupt and covet
Of this warning:
Let it be carved in stone!”
Reinforced by those curses of the hieroglyphic inscriptions
found on Pharaohs tombs that lie in muted wait
along the banks of the river Nile
Each echoed the kingly apocalyptic Wail of Doom
Each gave written testimony of Her evil and the way
this death-goddess could lie, persuade, seduce and betray,
enchant, suffer sin, tempt and beguile
Bestowed of many names and wearing the fiery garments of Hell that adorned Her ~
She wandered the parched desert regions hunting for Her prey and living meal
Just as many praises were sung to the beauty of this tempting goddess of doom
Many more atrocities and human sacrifices were invoked to sustain the youth
She was best known in the Beginning Days of When by Her given name ~
The Enchantress both feared and worshipped as the Goddess Ninlil
Blessed into the hereafter with skin the complexion of smooth alabaster
Molded over the form of a body that tempted all with a desire to know
Full lips that drove those She seductively whispered to
down into the abyss of dark rapture
Obsidian eyes ~ vibrant hair burnished in the Shade of Shadow
Recall if you will, for the earth was young then ~
She could indulge and reap the vast multitudes of humanity
of that which She help create then sow
Over the years that would span her sinful, lust-driven existence
She was consumed to fornicate with the primitive breed
Possessing the fruit that was spawned from the Tree of Life
This Harlot of Heaven did also partake of the pure crystalline waters in the well
The Water of Life that poured forth to nourish the hybrid alien Seed
Held in awe by Her brother and half-sister Elohim
She was given to roam, capture, excavate and explore
Finding that copulation with the pre-Diluvial creatures
was needed and so more intimately desirable
She elevated these, Her newfound skills,
becoming that of an artfully cunning Annunaki whore
Luring then enchanting, mating and procreating
She grew in power by ways of blackmail, subtle threats
and by willful and beckoning deceits
Always one to want the wicked carnal excitement and inebriating pleasures
She sought out new worshippers, submissive slaves, precious minerals and gems
Blatantly turning Her face away from Nefilim’s governing decrees
Plotting and planning with a calculated vengeance
Creating black rumor, devious innuendo and mistrust never before known
Seducing and betraying, hypnotizing and disobeying
Upon countless flesh Her razor-sharp fangs She would learn to hone
She now raped all that She knew
She had come full circle
Transformed into the eternal creature forever among us
The despicable and wanton creation of her husbands very own making
At eleven years times three Her rape-vow was fulfilled:
She had become the deadly Twilight Succubus
Awakening and arising,
Hungering and yearning
‘A deathly silence was reward to be found in Her ravenous way
Male and female quenched Her thirst at each coming of Night
as multitudes were seduced, used, betrayed and cast off
People would quake and huddle close in terror and fright
long before the Sun star had signified the ending of Day
Lost souls could not ever reveal the draining tale of Her sins,
Nor Her hungers, Her charms, Her jealous nature and Her gnashing bite
Her wanton and malicious tendencies to acquire
the Blood of Her creations were evident
as Her canine incisors elongated then hollowed...
Biting ragged and deeply
Her orgasm vibrating the nubile body
As black eyes rolled back concealing the nefarious and depraved,
ecstatic pleasure and the gratification of Her impious delight
And it came to pass…
When the Deities left, having fulfilled their lengthy tasks
‘Prior to the Deluge that would sweep mortals off the body and face of Ki
Long before the storms and the darkness
that were to convene and plague the land
She set into motion a plan to unshackle and dissolve
the bonds with Her race: No longer was She to be indentured in captivity
A covert warning was whispered to the patriarch Ziursudra;
“Tear down the house,
Give up possessions, seek thou life!”
It mattered not to this immortal harlot of heaven
that She still had sacred duties to perform
or even though the God Enlil still claimed Her as His wife
Ninlil now had the way to escape and remain hidden...
Of this fact She was most keenly aware
She could intermingle, unnoticed and concealed amongst the breeds
Seeing the way clear She took refuge within the Ark vessel
At last! Among the servant Man! She was Free!
Fasting for a passing of nine Lunar cycles
She sat huddled, listened and waited
as the rains poured down upon the seas
The doves were released and return with the branch
History does not record the second covenant that occurred then...
For that one would be uttered in unholy blasphemy
Unlimited pleasure, indulgences,
satisfaction and gratifications were to await Her
Uninhibited ~ She could now bring about Her own mystic fate
No longer would She bow down to God kin or mortal Man
Knowing not of love, compassion, or kindness
Her destiny cruelly sealed one warm summer afternoon
as She was made to endure, suffer and remember
that prolonged and sadistic rape
She now knew of forbidden wisdom, secret places, and vile potions
Her powers grew in proportion by the depravations caused through
forlorn anguished cries of banished souls tortured with
burning agony, pestilence, strife, greed, and unending misery
Given these She could set forth to select the chosen One
With him alone She could fulfill the Final Prophecy of Three
And so…
Down across millennia Her sacrilegious name is secretly whispered
It can be found inscribed upon the clay tablets of the Ancient Ones
Beware should you encounter Her in your mortal life
Grasp the ankh and pray in awesome reverence
Flee from Her siren voice or forever doomed you shall become!
You have been given a warning in these, the End Times...
Possessed and pillaged your soul and fundamental essence shall be
It has been foretold and recorded as a harbinger amongst the heavens:
“Her quest on earth is to seek out, join and consummate with The One"
Know then of this, for herein is another Truth:
"She is wicked and She is cruel. She is despicable and She is insatiably hungry.
Goddess Ninlil’s reign of terror upon the earth has not yet truly begun!”
JWS, 15 May 00-28 May 00 (write in for Elsabeth/Lillith/Ninlil, “Saga” Prologue)