occultism
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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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Be I, but a womanCalled Death incarnate! See me, balanced in motion, Collecting souls at my Will. God Killer if I choose. God Killer if I choose. Winters wilting flowers Know my name well. They call out to me At the root and I sing Them to sleep, to sleep. Be I not a God… Read more
C.L.LLOYD 