Induction into mysteries
In three, miseries and mirthful memories triplicate
Crone, mother maiden, god jesus satan syndicate
The furious sun, o ceaseless tantrums which blood assuages
Placated by placentas plus most of a year the Crom Cruach is stained with babies
A horse foaming like it has rabies while the future king dashes its innards
What greater forgiveness than that set ‘side for sinners.
Cornwall burial of a sacred dog
Appeasement of a hidden god
Reports of a cursed videotape showing an occult ritual
Sometime in the 1950s, traces which stain residual
The glade where he sleeps
Let him lie as the proverb guides
Let him live, that which never dies
That which light hides, that which grace elides
That which traces of holiness slide around or rebound off like windowstruck starlings
Merlings from Sirius sent dog energy
To greet his younger sun, the only one
Who understands
Two suns’ fiery grasping hands.
Alchemisland 
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