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I am birthed from an egg in the forbidden land, standing proud I stretch my arms out wide. I open my eyes and open my heart, emoting memories pour into my cold mind. And the flames, and the flames and the sacred flames. carry me out to the infinite stars of knowledge, to where the Twin Goddesses of Truth petition the serpent to deceive the future. The barge of the Gone Forever sails past and it bows its bows to the flail and the sceptre, turquoise and gold with the face of millennia, its image forever burnt into my countless lives. I, Mighty One of Enchantment, now fly from the shell that holds my long sleep to the thirteenth direction of my smile. And the flames, and the flames and the sacred flames. I beseech and invoke, with secret Words of Power, the hidden wisdoms of the ancient spell. I scribe, weighing words in their charm to call forth the Magic of the Dark Night. And the flames, and the flames and the sacred flames of he who abides throughout all time, consume me with a thousand thousand names, and make me the Lord of All Laws. All Hail! to the girdle of the stars. All Hail! to the secret glyphs. Guide my journey through the eternal time and take my Sphynx as your devoted sacrifice. I, Mighty One of Enchantment, now sail my boat of millions of years to the thirteenth direction of my smile. And the flames, and the flames and the sacred flames.
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Jun 4, 2024
Jun 4, 2024 at 8:06 AM UTC
Pyramid Spell
I am birthed from an egg in the forbidden land, standing proud I stretch my arms out wide. I open my eyes and open my heart, emoting memories pour into my cold mind. And the flames, and the flames and the sacred flames. carry me out to the infinite stars of knowledge, to where the Twin Goddesses of Truth petition the serpent to deceive the future. The barge of the Gone Forever sails past and it bows its bows to the flail and the sceptre, turquoise and gold with the face of millennia, its image forever burnt into my countless lives. I, Mighty One of Enchantment, now fly from the shell that holds my long sleep to the thirteenth direction of my smile. And the flames, and the flames and the sacred flames. I beseech and invoke, with secret Words of Power, the hidden wisdoms of the ancient spell. I scribe, weighing words in their charm to call forth the Magic of the Dark Night. And the flames, and the flames and the sacred flames of he who abides throughout all time, consume me with a thousand thousand names, and make me the Lord of All Laws. All Hail! to the girdle of the stars. All Hail! to the secret glyphs. Guide my journey through the eternal time and take my Sphynx as your devoted sacrifice. I, Mighty One of Enchantment, now sail my boat of millions of years to the thirteenth direction of my smile. And the flames, and the flames and the sacred flames.
I posted half this poem before, but have written a second stanza so now posting the full version that will be recorded, added to a soundscape and released later this month.
PaganPaul
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Jun 4, 2024
Jun 4, 2024 at 8:06 AM UTC
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