Tag: occult
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Seeking out a retired deity
Finding a dying God wine drunk in a foetid gutter, honking of piss His and others’ Hiss sounds, escaping steam, holy mutters, cats evading spaying captors Dying by a thousand cuts submerged in cult-cut bull blood Even the milk-swollen flower mother, only love, chose to smother us.
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Nap maps to the undertow
Going to the shaggy beech As my peace-cleaving fast-receding dreams beseech When a leached moon has the dolmen cap painted peach A night when bold evil does not deign to retreat at the utterance of Jesus Floods of underground butter, hidden runnels imp-tunnelled Pulsing with blood-flooding warthunder, delving deep going under.
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Custard creams in custody
I don’t care what they do to me, I lost my stake Like Van Helsing’s best weapon broke off in Dracula’s ribcage Duly traded duty and chance at change, for jewellery and short term gain Like a Judas traitor, lost my way, same moment a thousand ways until I changed my fate.
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Hexbottle
Demons and upheavals, rushing up from a breach A jar of teeth buried on a Dorset beach A mummified cat dustily tugged from the snug Of some medieval trade hub Blood and pain exchanged for something like fame That’s the trade up you can make From the rusty trailer where I labour In lusty disgrace,…
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Howlstrength
An albin moon wave-causing Looming absorbing moonhowler calls Soul black as razed earth in the disgraced church Abandoned since the days of infamed hangman Thomas Galvin, this gaff Dressing like a mason, stressing intonations to turn the worm in my favour.
Alchemisland 