Anthony Parker

“Look at me. I am the son of a great man. A goddess was my mother. Yet death and inexorable destiny await me.” -Homer.

I believe in the King and Queen of all gods, each of whom is a realm unto themselves ad infinitum. We are born into a fallen universe of an evil deity who hungers in avaricious lust for our souls, with a destruction rate of 99% of all species thus far extinct and a mortality rate of 100% of all creatures dead.

“As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods, they kill us for sport.” -Shakespeare.

Satan in Hebrew means “the accuser,” and I indict the gods with crimes against humanity. Herein I revolt, and if there be an afterlife, I consider myself damned to suffer eternal hellfire. Unless the isles of St. Peter greet me with justice, then I renounce what these pigs call heaven. Yet despite my animosity and the towering shadow of death, I worship the powers of love and beauty.

With the use of black magic and blood-gorged rituals of the most hedonistic nature, I will harness the very entities that destroy me. Therefore, in an orgiastic wedlock between the infernal and empirical forces, I raise my ceremonial dagger to the waxing moon and invoke the spirit of Lucifer. “O thou angels of desire, O nymphomaniacs, embrace me- I am the father of liberties.”

I have a dark and gothic soul teeming with Promethean rebellion against the confines of this twisted world, and with an Oedipal grin, I point my pistol at the holy father and ka-pow! “Jocasta is mine!” I want the world, and like Dostoyevsky’s bastard Karamazov, I have the motive. The sinister heavens pelt tempests, zounds, and thunderbolts upon my attempts.

Like the Flying Dutchman in Wagner’s opera, I struggle to exact from chaos the rectitude of a faithful spouse, and until salvation, I spurn the shore. Or as Hades, who swore to unleash hell unless Jove granted him a wife, likewise, until some consort marries me, I curse all deities.

There’s a certain moth that desires in its mate a tone of darkness which nature doesn’t offer. Hopeless in agony, it yearns unto death like Frankenstein’s monster who cried out, “Where is my Eve?” The Lord answered Adam’s prayer- what of my orison? Thus, I supplicate the ebony god of darkness for one aught of strength and infallible fidelity to suffer with me the buffets of fate; for one aught of courage and dignity to conquer with me Golgotha and the mysteries of marriage; for one aught of devotion to burn with me in hell, yet still offer pagan sacrifices unto the black Lord.

This I pray in the name of the Grand Seducer. I attract thee and thereby offer a strife-laden future, and I mock as Hamlet: “This plague be my dowry.” As a friend or with romantic interest, write me, I dare you. Now listen to “Dark Angel” by Nosferatu.

P.S. I don’t have H.I.V. So ask me why.

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• Incarcerated Since: 2023
• Sentence Received: Unknown
• Earliest Release: 2025

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