On that James Shelby Downard spiral
Every one of my rivals on Illuminati payroll
They harass cowans, and praise Osiris
They keep on top me using mystical toponymy
Placenames imbued with power, if you believe
Sheer awesome triangulating ability
Yellow curse-haunted fareastern city
Subterranean church of the retard undergod
Kingly corntomb of the dawn day underbog
Bloodthirsty spear, bloodthirst draws near
Sate it with prayer, antlered but not deer
Gouged eyes make perfect portals for bored immortals
Bores they pour forth from, blazing maledictory chortles the hyenaboreal
Clawed winds flay the unready, flapping cloaks of their scourged body
Ensorcelled by my sleeping agent my daemon though he tugs my heavy eyelids cannot rouse me
I slump imp-backed onto my rifled papers ink-pecked, infected with Thoth’s alarm, sleep endows me
With chorus that a waking mind mishears, transfigures into silence that which lucidity low prizes
Visions fleeting of worlds in heat experiencing their first snowfall, at first the sleet is alarming
They bare arms against this potential enemy, the bare armed break out in goosebumps
Elders darning jumpers quicker than any Cartwright machine, a halt to all farming
They shiver in windowless houses, the first fall of Mercury on this world
The great storm of locking winter like a gelid parchment unfurls
Every vale and hill papered white so swine could not see pearls
Ten thousand days of unbroken summer, a Tuscan world of dramatic aspect
Suddenly seized by Jack Grey. Sun-dumbed built for day naps circumspect
Barely left their dwellings hung with icicles, unrested in undressed bed wish themselves dead
Dread seen in this snow, will not delve into it, make up stories about it while they break bread
No grit neither them nor their roads, shivering on cold chairs they sit and watch it fall without end
The formless find white most feasible when rendering themselves in our realm
Or mistlike grey, they require quotients of hot blood to raise themselves from hell.
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