Tag: rituals
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Full of hyperskunk, driving around Wicklow
Your lipsmacking is so unthreatening to the gang We didn’t even fetch weapons You’re like that one who keeps trying to make fetch happen You kept coming back, mangy cur with manky fur a bit too fetch-happy Lucky you because I’m not shy giving nippy pips full cups of blunderbuss Tough love find you under…
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Systemic emetic
Rats in holy robes with tail holes I hope everything devolves into violent, causeless chaos Today is not soon enough Detonate the payloads Enter the codes and watch them go Nuclear winter, is there anything more rock n roll? Just let go.
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Rotic
Sky red as a bromine solution Into which a toothsome alchemer, Fool’s son, diffused: Tears of Lys and Siren’s Tunes, Dragonprey barely chewed, Chaste maiden frozen mid-swoon, The sense of thrilling chase bottled. Two drops of this rancid elixir And one’s beloved becomes instantly besotted.
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Scáiltín
Backrooms, whispered chats, gentle Irish savagery Mother Superior looming, bat-hide hued habit Thought the cat was out of the bag But that feline remains occluded Eight out of nine lives ain’t bad The boiling admix spat back He screamed as might a madman but drained the dram.
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Accouterments
Liturgical instruments like devices obstetric Electric sex drill Like a scarred mandrill nose eked out in ribbed steel. Bracing for megatherion Bloodied ritual participants naked, cringing Braves who draw steel fall screaming A demon malingerer, batwinged Apporting through bored ceiling. Thalassidion thrun down God’s blood Affronting the Empyrean, thence flood Appearance of idiot comets, tailed…
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