I adjure you, father of the host of gluttonous spirits,
whose grotesque belly is never full, Angel of the Abyss,
Locust King, compatriot of quick-to-anger Termagant
and Mahomēs who befuddles the minds of the multitude
with heresy, hatred, and hysteria.

Out! Out! Out!

Abaddōn, destroyer of propriety and moderation,
you would have the world believe that you bear the image
of grape-crowned Bacchus but with skin blue as an Indian divinity,
surrounded by opulence and decadence — but the God
who speaks from the Tree revealed your proper countenance,
so that those with eyes unclouded might recognize your true nature,
promoter of filth and ugliness.

Out! Out! Out!

From a distance you resemble a white horse galloping
riderless through the land, but up close it is clear that you
are a locust with the faces of three men, each wearing
a royal diadem with hair and makeup like a courtesan’s,
and the teeth of a lion eager to tear into flesh, and you also
have wings like an eagle circling the Hollywood hills
and a tail that thrashes about like an angry cat’s, but ending
in a scorpion’s stinger. Don’t try to hide it, you creature of
corpulence and lethargy, who inflates and warps the body’s
natural appetites, whose curses are diabetes, heart disease,
and gout — you have been found out!

Out! Out! Out!

Trouble no more this servant of the Gods, and permit them
to live a life of restraint, discipline, and piety, observing all
of the prescriptions and prohibitions laid upon them by their skilled diviner,
without temptation, harassment, lusts which Nature did not place in them,
and an equally false aversion to a life of holy conviction and loving devotion,
or you shall provoke the wrath of him whose likeness you have wrongfully
appropriated, Dionysos the Titan-slayer and killer of countless monsters,
the mighty son of Zeus who rules from Mount Nysa.

Out! Out! Out!

Instead go and pester NN whose will is weak,
who neglects their austerities and religious duties,
and will gladly welcome your lordship over them
and sink into the life of a voluptuary, without shame,
self worth, or any care for the opinions of others.
Now that is a juicy morsel for you to devour,
Abaddōn of the bottomless pit, not this one
who still loves what is good, beautiful, and true
and shall constantly resist and fight you, awful
Abaddōn, in your attempts to dominate and corrupt them.