In Her Most Baneful Shadow

From her mandorla flows a river
A river of blood of every aborted or stillborn child
The babes climb the umbilical tether, the maternal noose
We are the babes, and her arms are the branches
And the branches are thorned, and her flower is crimson and darkness adorned

Her fingers are barbed, and point to the rose
Directed at the source of where thosе babes blood flows

Sterile lust
Prеvailing rust
Sinister thrust
Phallus crushed

But I am erect , and you're so ready
With your innards so writhing and coiled ‘bout my belly
So carry me up to your gaping maw, O' scarlet woman, O’ crimson whore

For yours is the womb of nothingness, and my self lies upon the precipice
Of the great and manifold black abyss
You fucking cunt, I would bathe in seas of your piss
So relinquish a fragment of your might
And propel that anguish into this plight
For too long have I languished in this shite
And have yearned for the nectar of your kiss

But I am erect , and you're so ready
With your innards so writhing and coiled ‘bout my belly
So carry me up to your gaping maw, O' scarlet woman, O’ crimson whore

Qliphotic Queen of the deep
Enrich me with your power and your knowledge to eat the fruit
Stemming from the abyss, that opens the eye
With outstretched arms I'm begging to die

Kill me, destroy this illusion, let its blood run dry
Erase any fragments that cling on to the "I"
Make dumb God’s messengers that came from the sky
Incinerate the corpses of the glorified lie

O’ glory, glory most high
From an inverted perspective, in her name I shall cry
0' glory, glory most high!
A step towards liberation under her watchful eye

In our Queen's name I cry