babalon
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The bird of wisdom came to me once more, drunk on the flesh of the saints, and cawed on the shoulder of Babalon. With all of the gentleness she could muster she said, “be thou beyond wisdom.” I sat at the altar, alone and full of sorrow, pleading for her grace to take me onward. Then,… Read more
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See me, high on kingship, Crowned by the sun, sword high, Magick running through the rivers Of my arms, sigils bursting from the Rims, strung out and spellbound on gin. And you, in surrender, your adams Apple shining on soft smooth skin, As the silver of your chain reachesThe canyon’s collarbone end. Here, I claim myself, The Beast.Full of electric fire,… Read more
C.L.LLOYD 