Alchemisland

I have drunk sacred ox blood and fasted long to cleanse toxins

Three days spent encoffined so that cough-inducing atmosphere at fox-red origin of all poxes and toxins does not instantly rob me of life

I blessed my knife and prayed never to draw it

Impressed brands to my naked chest, mark forever etched there remarks me uncowardly 

Descending from skull-strewn spires at higher citadels, inside where liars are tortured without trial

Exiled angels in a wingless pile, writhing like maggots in a gangrenous thigh wound.

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My plane finds passage somehow, skimming past flat-planed ziggurats resided by ratfaced egregores in hooded black gowns

Scurrying round feet of oily idols erected to voidchild, the wild voidvoiced

Noisome noises beyond my engine or ship’s nose

Placeless voices wrest control of my radio, commanding desistion and suicide

Odourless emissions ell from my sleek mirrorsheen starship’s rump

Plunging deeper lower lower orders of creation living in squalid disorder

To hips, bottomless pits and core pips of hell

Gore chapels, shorebound ships built from dead mens’ nails with skin for sails

Sailing hell’s sanguine oceans under necromantic stars

Scarred hills charred black where bards who sold souls for art drool retardedly

Haughty and prideful made to resemble clowns, jestergestures in men of letters dolled up like panto tarts

Parts of people slung in blood-rusted carts, mounds of greasy hearts bound for a skullthrone’s foot

His soot-hued forces muster, millions of hoofs stepping across the plains of hell in spite of heaven

Hissing vents like cannons greet to start their vengeance march

Eleven legions, in each demon a thousand million vicious others inliving, their scabrous forms were tenements for deathbent hisslings

I stare out the porthole fixed on grizzly visuals, wondering if those remnants are not victuals in sick rituals, slowed in’t stove ’til flesh leaks off t’bone

Many unknowns yet I restart idled engines before another skull is placed on yon satanic henge

Supersonically I tour onyx roofed chthonic places my cyclops light highlights frightening bas-reliefs such as delight lightning-enlightened in thrall to Lucifer

Hewn by dwarves with god-forged hammers, denizens of shadow realms driven out as they delved further to the stomach of the earth

A second place equal in berth to her exterior counterpart with her own sun and stars and distant Mars

Voice of Jah in some far dawn will ring out across asphodel plains but not this day

This day, there is only one day here, one of pain, the blamed maimed for profaning

Raining blood constantly, baby bone lined streets loud with grief

The admonished realise wrongdoing on racks, cloven-hoofed ministers administer vile ironical punishments

Sonic torments in wordless chambers

Words of the hurt replayed while the broken blurt useless apologies

Allowin’s necklace strangles faces royal purple

Behind iron-plated bone bars eyes of light-denied ajar

Like cells tenapenny along the high wall of a beehive, jarring density of imprisonment, intensity of torturous punishment sufficient to erase all memory of effulgent graces as lace life like bright braziers

Cacodemons make like bats across whip-lashed hellskies, breaching podlike cells in hellhives and striving out into sulphur

Vast gulfs at the pits of which burn millions of witches with mouths stitched closed

Stitchless, robed by filth, robbed of lilting lymnal hymnals and wolf kinship, clothed solely by impiety and bonewhip scores, suffer fiery demise time and again

What those terrifying bells tintinnabulating at odd times chime only Hell’s undying lord knows

Their miserable shrieking ignites foundries

Droves led from pens threaded together by rope forced through the hip, any dip in step is brutally met by the deftest punishers in His rent

Rent flesh to them is pleasant, an art to be practiced, the testing of the skin’s maximum elasticity

The pretty star shapes of stretched flesh, etched with runes

Fetches aspects of that admix which marks a masterpiece

My subterrene submarine rises like cream out of a hellmouth a million million souls in tow.