Tag: occult poetry
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90 most haunted angle 90
Magic is like a mushroom One head before thine eye Scarce belies abundant bloom Subterranes, fearful sky One million unique crafts Cults of infinite variety Masterplan master’s laughs Engulfed flames the piety Piles of hewn noses Cleft to spite faces Red paint reed raised Moses Death these vile places Erase thereof traces Multitudinous as the…
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It Smells Like Burning Templars In Here
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…