October 2011
9 posts
Fragments of fever
We gather keys to the mind, oh slithering one,
so that we may see with your eyes.
We chant your sacred words of tohu, oh devious one,
so that our spirits may float freely within your essence.
We torture our egos to descend with your clairty, oh fallen one, we do not fear insanitys loving touch.
We gather spores as tools to complete, oh violent one,
your masterpiece spawned when light fell...
“סמאל הושיעה־נא”
“My face was there to behold in the stalagghs aswell as my manic laughter echoed...”
– Lemas
“Damned is he that give praise to yahsuah,
for he has been blinded on his way to...”
“At the moment were i reach out my cold paws to fetch you from flesh,
flashes of...”
“Thirteen red obsidian beads
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Thirty one black obsidian beads
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Five bones...”
“The descent into nothingness, the poison of god, סמאל, praised be thee!”
