ODE
TO THE ANCIENT GOD LEKATOM ZANAREM
Here,
at your feet, today, I pray you with my total flame,
Here, next to these ruins, I pronounce your blessed Name,
A name, length time, unjustly forgotten by the men., unfathomed divinity,
Oh, you, that are always shield against the barbarism and the evil ones.
I
see, here, at the top of this mount by gusts and blows of wind now visited,
the old columns which still are standing up, and between metopes and
Old drawings, of your sometimes high temple, where the spells were sent.
Here, in this desert, now only encircled by brambles and hawthorns.
That
my presence here be not strange to you, your Name I have found
in an archaic grimorian book, hidden in a lost an distant monastery,
you are an unspeakable word, a golden sound, a hidden treasure,
by me , only by me, so appraised.and with a silvery loud cry,
Me, myself, from this hill today I have named and claimed you.
That
the six cardinal points listen to me, to my powerful voice,
That the earth, sky, mountains, stars and meadows hear my words,
This words that raise strong from my mouth, my shouting voice,
And my verbal promise, it ignited by the Destinies and Fate,
So, that your Name be by always, as a column of the memory.
To
you, oh, master of lynces, wolves, hyenas, foxes and rooks,
to you , oh, that you, who come from the bottom of history
and with you take to us, to you Lord of the Times ,
supreme aeon, Golden Zervan Akarena, to you,
All-powerful Owner of Properties, Souls and Pains.
O,
towards you,
Lekatom Zanarem
The houndred Doors’ Stones
I elevate this, my voice,
I’m standing up, here,
And here
I shout and I roar.
O, towards you,
Holy Terror,
I sing this my psalm,
this my song.
To Lekatom Zanarem, the God
NOTE:
The first time that this deity, Lekatom Zanarem, shew to us, to my
Friend, Martín Hadis, and to me Julio Enrique Brugos, was in
the Bistrò VIVACE.
That Apotheosis oc curred in an embarrassing afternoon of December.
Exactly the 2 of December of 2003, to the 05,00 P.M. and it did it,
as well as the Superior Divinities and Supreme Prophets always make,
in a way and in a forms almost imperceptible, within the account of
the food supplies that we had tasted that memorable day.
Until with a misspelling in his Name, since instead of appearing in
its Theophany with the letter “k”, it did it with the noncorrect
one of “c”.
Its Name in Greek graphy 
confirms it.
Julio E. Brugos 03/07/04-22/03/05
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