I have recently edited this piece which was posted to my blog in 2007. The original can still be found here, but I am posting the new piece as well.

Veritas (2012)

A barrage of ballistics.
Our blood runs cold.
An inhumane laughter, maniacal at best –
our company’s war cry.
Explosions fading in the backdrop.
And now we run.

A silent, singular focus.
Quickened to the touch.

There isn’t time to talk
or to count our dead.
We have only the recourse to see it through.
Poised to strike.
Hot blood boiling on our skin
Hearts pounding and full of rage.

There is no time for tears.
No remorse.

The will to survive
is the whole of the law
Or else a sacrifice to submission
shall we ever be.


Published by: Katie Anderson

Katie Anderson is a priestess, mentor, researcher, writer, and artist. She writes essays, poetry, and fiction that intersect history, philosophy, and spirituality. Previous publications include Lilith: Dark Feminine Archetype. She is currently preparing her first book, When Above for self-publication. She lives with her husband and son in Troy, Missouri.

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4 thoughts on “Veritas”

      1. Always worthwhile, especially when you consider that he didn’t take himself too seriously, had a wicked sense of humour and used brilliant wordplay and that taking him literally can prove somewhat problematic 🙂

  1. GRosenberg, i reread these comments and had a good laugh. In the last few months I’ve dove headlong into the works of Crowley and Thelema. So its funny to me that the above conversation might have been a precursor to where i am now.

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