Poetry forged in fire, set to music born of shadow.
I am Tal Maru—Ritual Poet, Bard of the Black Flame, Cosmic Irritant, Daemon of the Word.
I do not offer comfort. I offer clarity sharpened to a blade.
This channel is a growing archive of my apotropaic verse—set to music through Suno AI—where each line is both sacrament and heresy, blade and balm.
“I stand with the questioner.
I walk with the skeptic.
I dine with the doubter,
And raise a glass to the heretic.”
Here, you’ll find:
🔥 Dark liturgies and satanic hymns
✒️ Philosophical poetry on identity, rebellion, and sacred defiance
🜄 Spoken word invocations and hymns of inner transmutation
This is not a place for orthodoxy.
This is a place for those who burn gently, question sharply, and walk willingly into shadow.
I don’t offer answers. I sharpen questions.
Ave Tibi Ipsum. Ave Satanas.
Hail Thyself. Hail Satan.