The waters of the moon bequeathed the unknown virtues of the serpent
and the sword. Fragmentary, luminous bones cast the reflective light
upon the numinous. The strands of the shores of our inner seas were
illuminated by the depths of stars unbound. All hail the procession of
masks; within benighted chambers gleam the eyes of sunless
discernment. Ghostly images burn with splendor and debauchery;
septenary, quaternary, serpent fingers gesture forth the veils
awakening. Vomit forth the flames of swarming vultures to devour the
wings of she who sheds perfumes of excremental ekstasis and the kiss
of the dove shall excite descension's perfection upon the tinctures of
crimson and mauve and nothingness.
By the twin serpents, the initiator of the flames,
set forth in KA M MA TZRA.
The keys of the manifold burning towers
encompass the flesh of her
translucent eyes.
Tumultuous atavisms secrete the throne's refulgent splendours.
I am the I of thorns, the door to the key of searing petals of illumination.
Fragmentary, luminous shards mirror and arouse the opulent fractures.
Unto somniscient strangulations
swell the knowledge of the serpent and the goat.
An ouroboros of vines unveils the shadow's breath, casting the
kingdoms of thy might and thy breath;
coherent wombs incite scarlet miasmas, shrines of katatonic
mesmerizations exhume the baleful mudras.
Silver and gold adornments exhume the perichoresis, the disjointed
interpenetrations upon the face of the waters.
The hidden lies in the house of the nameless... ZIN between the fevers
of the sun, the inverse temples.
The igneous crowns, the swollen apertures, alight my abberant voices,
clothed in the garments of crimson and spectral execrations.
Sussurations of sinister ruminations coerce the tridents shimmering,
absorption of the sigils of your suppurations.
And the calignostic coruscations erupt forth the venomous pleasures.
Ophidian rapture engulfs the fertile swarms
Impinging spectral deleriums upon the crown of this,
our blasphemies' fervors.
Latitudinous visions secrete her gate of devourment...
I and the moon are one...
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The Demon Corn
The Demon Corn
by D. L. Myers
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