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The Outer-Deamons,

swarming all around,

yet within us they're found...

Like blood & semen,

the gifts of life & death,

which mold & mend the flesh.

Imprisoned angels, wings drip

with the inks of night,

captive in their fables of light

The three triangles,

the pyramids of space & time,

allow our stars to align

Prophesied watchers, illustrating

a new eons birth, draw down the

moon to the earth

The shadow stalkers,

dominion of obsidian flame,

with spell & sword we maim

The smokeless fire,

guide me through the chaos beyond,

drink deep the night-wells of dawn

Let us transpire,

in the kingdom of twilight truths

the tongue of tidings & muse

Hokhmah, grant me, so I may never wish again

Binah, enchant me, so I may never need again

My soul is burning south from the plains of Abraham

Ayin, grant me, so I may never wish again