Sorathick Pentecost
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And there beyond the horizon I beheld a brazon star crowning
From the earth's viscera into the vast firmament: shining!
And there a conflagrant sign seers the flesh of mother earth
The grey light extending as the divine sword of redemption's dearth
Masked in chains, natal: adored!
Wordless babble in the tongues of the Lord
Backward birth, harlequin soul - Wombs boil in flames; extolled!
For a black tongue murmuring hitherto the horns aloft in flame
For sin hath sewn itself into the ineffable name!
Defiled and defamed! He Vau He Yod. Dancing scythes of fire
As storms unto the below, so unto the higher
Bereft of movement in the fires of death
Brandishing His old will in each and every breath
For a black sun burns astern to the old world's nameless grave
For sin hath sewn itself into the ineffable name!
Besmirched and enflamed! O, thou whirling hypostasis
Connate to they that yearn beyond the ravenous abyss
So see me now as the scars of acid tears
As fissures in the flesh - See me, hear me now!
As a dragon that speaketh through a lamb
And to thou I do bequeath the light of the sun that burns beneath
To know my heart as a mirage of redemption
Love me now, O foetid child, as the earth is split apart
And skies will open like wounds upon the logos
Trembling before the enraptured visage of Phosphorous!
The harlequin nazerene abject in this throes
Submissively suckling at the bosom of woe
The logos abased and his countenance burned
In the image and likeness of perfection; sour turned
Open the black sun! The gate within the key
By besmirched blood, burned, blessed and held forth to thee
From the chasmal cunt of the abyss, unfettered and absolved
From death into life unto death by the word for all to be dissolved
When the spirits of Lucifer and
Ahriman bind within the katechon's maze
Seering in harmony and wed in tumult
to beget the ill child of the end days
And when the soul's sight turns from
grace and Tiphareth's light will shine no more
There, the chalice of all abomination
and filth, held high by the royal whore
And when the sun sets upon the summit
of Sinai to shine beneath in unlawful dawn
On this holy day the wings of Michael are feasted upon
The sacred assumption of wisdom and ire,
in the grail where the elixir shall boil and swell
Two great horns burning with a white and black
fire as the halo of becoming; the grey light of hell!