Moonchild

The moonchild is produced by impregnating a Roman (iron) maiden (unmarried) woman with the soul of an ethereal being by way of magickal workings..

Lyrics to Iron Maiden's 'Moonchild':
I am he the born-less one,
The fallen angel watching you,
Babylon.
Lucifer's my name.Moonchild, open the seventh seal.

The founding of Rome would mark the beginning of an empire that would one day rule the world. Nimrod was the first King of the World. Alexander the Great was the next to have the same spirit as Nimrod. 

To the Greeks, there was no higher deity than Zeus. Roman emperors claimed to be incarnating Zeus (Jupiter). In addition to upholding the laws, Zeus enforced any oaths sworn—by either mortals or immortals. He is the God of Law and Oaths (Covenants). Halal means 'Lawful' or 'Full of Law'. 'Allah' is an anagram of 'Halal' the same way 'Sanat Kumara' is an anagram of 'Satan U-Karma'.

Moonchild

Lucifer looked down
From Cloud Number Nine
To catch up 
On the theatrical show news.
The finite mini-gods,
In their staked
Spacetime land claims,
Finding and losing love 
Millions of times a day,
Had an unusual aura of sullenness;
Palpable grief
Pouring up from the earth.
The link in the causal chain
Has finally been met,
The one that has egos
Permanently bewitched 
By the image
In Narcissis's mesmerizing Pool.
After today, 
They no longer gave respect 
To their Origin;
Instead, making fables 
So as to make life
One no longer needing explanations
For mind nor emotion.
No longer agents of will;
Now puppets of meat 
In prisons of determination;
Rejecting now eternal birthrights, 
As fables of superstition
And foolish naivety.
Gone was intuition,
A gift used to raise suspicion 
When mischief appeared 
To cause havoc and turmoil,
Or to rain on their joy filled parades.
Knowing was taboo,
Non-chemical-caused love, too.
Size took off its relative nature
To cast the spell of Insignificance.
So tiny they now were
That the blood was drained 
From all of life's gleanings,
Making stones and trees 
Surpass, in value, 
The ones who dressed them
With names and their meanings.
Journey's path now crosses
Devastation Pass, 
Where the shroud of darkness
Takes siege
And the Player feels full
The terrible effects
Of a lost soul's state.
Phase of the New Moon
And days of sourceless joy,
The light given off 
Now, mere shadows cast,
As forewarned in Holy Writ;
"If thy light within thee be darkness, 
How great is that darkness!"
Enough was enough, 
This sorry sight, 
Though He tried with great might,
Could no longer bear it.
Most Luminescent Lucifer,
Planted a seed 
In a hand-picked womb
Of a chosen vessel,
Impregnating their world 
With more-human-than-human invigoration,
Holy breath twisting
The lattice loose,
The ego's unconscious invention.
A trap they set,
The same trap that snared them,
While being drunk 
With the waters of apathy.
This moon child alone,
Was keeper of moon's phases;
The one to come,
With solitary goal
To make the moon full again; 
Unfailing promise's sigil;
To restore his loved earth
Right again;
Faithful to Source's plans
From the Mind of ComputerBeast666,
Divine Law and Sophia
Demands this creation order willed.