The Seed ov I
"Glory unto the Scarlet Woman, Babalon the Mother of Abominations, that rideth upon the Beast, for she hath spilt their blood in every corner of the earth and lo! she hath mingled it in the cup of her whoredom."[Aleister Crowley]
from the top ov the highest mountainprior to descent, my fall for Theemy weapon is silenceI, bringer ov light to burn this goddamn Eden down!
behold! I rise from primal silenceas a storm crushing dismal shores ov Acheronmy weapon is violencefrom the mud ov the earthback to the womb ov Babalon!
sink in the stream ov woeAcheron!rise above the eyes ov godNecromanteion!
I am the oracleI am the grace ov godI am the stream ov woeI am wrath from above
from Neptunian realm arisenBabylon the great i praisedwith the voice ov silenceI called the genii ov the heights and depths
I came down as raging Marsas volcanic fire godtotality and I are onein the absence ov lightinfinite I shall become
sink in the stream ov woeAcheron!rise above the eyes ov godNecromanteion!