Tag: occult
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Mapless Codex
Howling crotals Mithraic exsanguination Extravasations of essential claret Screaming whistles Whistling slings pregnant with brow destined stones Fragments describing lost texts Imaginal codices Immense tracts containing nothing Digression within digression within digression Death As a prelude to Birth Intestines sweating in the fire Altar black from use
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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…
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The Beginning
A citadel concealed by clouds Nimbus caul around Olympus A covering worn like a shroud Through bores a sage caught glimpses. Dark buffeting solar winds Void, matte black then time begins Gardens which will host many sins Are yet seeds, strands that Norns will tend. Seas with witch hat sharkfins in Down below and dark…
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Virtues
Rome’s most powerful man his notes taken His privilege does not exempt him, he must awaken Man is not built for comfort, to be warm Man is he who flies best in storm Impediment to action new action found Virtue not man made his missives resound To have no obligation yet duty feel Like bronze…
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Ens Primum Cognitum
How can a man proclaim to love wisdom if he has not left the place of his birth for Athens and dwelled there in a house called Sofia, therein poring over the texts of ages and inheriting the crown of owls. If the Internet were to disappear overnight, imagine the difficulty one would have convincing…
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