Tag: chaos magick
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Octopus arms, got suckers Deity farm, Olympian father Not far from a Demigod, suckers Old and new muckers All the tunes ruckus Raining down, upturned buckets Spending like we’re underbudget I’m smoking squidgy with pukwudgies Me and Puck tight buddies, soul like squid ink Hitting them back, one tough slugger Quick spit tell a man…
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Rites to Summon Dead Kings
A pugil of thyme twisted from the stem by a princess finger, scent lingers long after burning The cooling ashes churned, one mortal hand stirs the mortar which stirs the dirt perhaps to something immortal Portal to pineal reopening, shaking off of ivy on the less-used eye Lantern of Osiris grows outward from the brow,…