When I walk past it’s O face, salt bae
How you feel about me: a salt bay
April is Aries gearing up to Assault May.
You’re salty saline
Temple at prod crumble like praline
Flood of God swerved it, salt sieve like baleen.
Lighting up the sky it’s divine
I’m like an invasion of aliens
Resplendent, up trees I’m tree’d up
Like birds Stymphalian
Flower and a frog
Green things that want water
Power of the dog
Unseen, brings the star daughter
When one realizes their spirit they lift the veil of Isis
Mother of Heaven and Wife of Osiris
From mortal to God, from Hod to Yesod.
Counting blessings a Godgiver
Aleph runs the old river
Cod liver in tablet form
Kitten from a woman born
A curtain shorn invites the forlorn
To digest the Messiah’s death.
A bad pint bad on Gram at pouring
A bullfight, who is Mithras and in whose name this goring
I’m in a grid of spheres, it’s odd, 777 added totals the tiers
The lightning fork the branches veer toward Yesod from Hod; Mortal to God
Tower in the fog: laid out on cold stone the tat of old crone
Splayed out her bold bones the twats I’ve old known and outgrown like kid’s bones
Charms spun on bone and names Old when Young Rome prime power become.
Kid’s bones pliant full of future that mightn’t, their fresh minds perceive ghosts
Desired as hosts by hungry foes, vexing forces and hexing of horses. Retrieve word from throat
A cursed horse by morning sweats
Oernight milk sours, rots as deaths
Thy homestead by black witches hexed
That crone a witch her that you vexed
Now the full weight of hate awaits
Only death sates a witch’s fate
Riddled in the chapel wholly holey in the holy of holies
Riddles in the chapel the serpent the apple, that souls he’s
Aflame with radiance, a glance askance his chance, he plans and plants his words which will his station advance and his seeds are like Spring plants, with time and toil enhanced
Doe is a deer a female deer but bipedal I can see the skinwalker’s step and dance
Dance a dance that Solomon danced and Solomon and Sheba’s Queen Sid and Nance
Yellow diamonds from Ophir which is near the ever shifting sand temples, camel trains veer
And flounder on the thirsty tea, the testing sea, what the Holy C with Chronovisor see gets buried but on his deathbed hold the confetti Dr Ernetti his deathbed messy is looking sweaty, a guilty sort of sweaty and confession is ugly like Betty, he scans the roof through to the stars like SETI,
A gunman who loves his gun and his tool a part of his wrist, feels Berretty
There are secret worlds yet unknown to Arietty, upon which tireless nevers and are never setting, He
Who he plots the dance of the stars in diamonds and hope and surety
An ancient earthwork visible from space, an undulating form and a serpent formed of mounds
The King of Thessaly is not to be trusted and do not by his bidding set sail
Here in this alley rain bouncing like trampoline off the ground
Cans of druids which I have bought and one that I have found
Lost and found let’s add Ling, a bee sting tamed by baking soda
This code does not rhyme
An ancient earthwork visible from space, an undulating form and a serpent formed of mounds
Got plans and like Christwrist I’m them nail
D-Day watch me say I cannot and will not fail
Opposite of ambergris, I’m bound for the a belly whale
A tree and its leaves
Upward cranes Eve
Constricts branch snakesqueeze
Sian Ely The fields in Eden
Red sky morning evening bleeding
Red sun setting ancient bloodletting
Jawbone of an ass the might of iron OUTCLASS he’s fast and whorls in the mass
Mighty and mightier avast, he his foes outlasts with energies untapped
Blood and mud the mire a morass forces him to wade
Weregild overpaid the rage of unchained slaves to men made, a system maintained by having others caged and rage only could unmade
Where the clash rings loudest he explodes his blows cleaving foes corpses in loads the lode his flows leaving noses broke
Trumpets fade hounds that bayed are slayed and as he kills he preached and prayed and bloody his tirade
Parts to be played in the corpse parade the actors dismayed that role is unpaid
Understudy to the underworld a sheol student
Rootworm kills the thunderer Migard smoking ruin
As I stand guard Asgard is falling Confined to post
Million foes atomised it was like Megiddo
Your face at talk meet fist, oh me, mephisto the lord grove
Leonids the Kid is born, Dipper stove
Gae Bolg returns when it is thrown
It smells like burning templars in here
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