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Entropy

We are the void, the listless hollow. Hot, empty, pitted stones. Dancing in the song of Lilith's revenge, we are her sweetless perpetual mourn. We are the blood down the thighs of that sacrificial mother, her mistaken purged birth. A consecration of rotten sem...

Hedgecraft

I haul I weep and mourn. I haul I weep and mourn. Because I dredge, because I dredge. One side, my body lies east. One side, my body lies west. Blood dripping down the hedge. Blood dripping down the hedge. I call upon my sisters. She who command the night. She...

In Sickness We Live

our world has been infected by a vast informant cancer no longer subsided dormant its plauge has been released a fast decaying conscious a weak and frail society we are set to suffer in sickness we live we cant escape in sickness we live pain is now...

Saturnalia

The sun sets still on the longest night And casts upon the earth a veil of sorrow. for all of life’s ends at the dying of the year. Time’s ticking sickle cuts the wheat from the chaff, All that is useless falls away with the waning light. A fruitful darkness f...

Sleepmaker

Endless, depthless nun lay motionless Out of these dark waters The sun was born “I am Khepera od the rising sun! I am Re at noon! I am Atum at the Sun’s last croon!” His bones were of silver And his flesh of gold The mightiest of gods feared him Yet m...

The Deluge

Rend of the veil of uncertainty, soul enraptured in ecstatic misery. Marry yourself to the untying of your birth. Linger not at the foot of Jehovah’s alter, with fools drunk from the blood of the false prophet. Give instead your graces to the Supreme Hierophan...

The Key of Passive Suffering

In the key of passive suffering Of roots hollow and stars fleeting In the key of infantile regression Of the passing crowd sleeping Never to wake An ode to the metallic uterus Which nourishes our spirits And harvests our meaninglessness For everyday th...

Untitled

Pity is a vile mistress. A cloak woven with shame. Bow to nothing but the strength Of willfully planted seed. Seek the blood that ails you. Carry the scythe proudly across the plain. Call forth the host of Jehovah and say with victory his name. Lyse the sinew...