That which would temper your soul which would keep u, sustain u, is That which THEY* surmise is unfit 2 tell u It is anathema It is ruin (2 the Enemies of Man) It is THEIR Dharmakshetra It is THEIR Palace at Babylon THEIR Flash o’ Reckoning THEIR Unmitigated Doom It is […]
Eye want spiritual orgies, Son! (At my coronation) Eye want to wear the crown of my Uncles And brandish the bow of the Grigori Eye want Gods and Goddesses (At my palace door) Eye want Mountains and Seas and Deserts Eye want to draw lightning from the skyes And give birth to a meeting of […]
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