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Upon an Apotheosis night, was The Spell cast, to bring forth the rains to replenish the land. And so the hellements stirred in flux, one season blending with another, storm after storm, destruction and contruction, that the scales be balanced. The atmosphere tranforms like the environment, to preserve favorable conditions. And so it is.

Writing prompt based on like 50 different pictures.

I REMEMBER WATCHING CHARMED AND ALL THOSE RHYMES IN THE BOOK OF SHADOWS I WAS LIKE...IS POETRY MAGIC. .AM I MAGIC...WHATS UP WITH ALL THOSE RHYMES THAT COME AT ALL TIMES...WHERE DO THEY COME FROM...WHO SENDS THEM TO ME...I'LL FIGURE IT OUT EVENTUALLY...MAYBE...WHATEVER IT IS I WILL KEEP WRITING. I FIND IT INVITING...WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON THAT SUBJECT...DOES IT FEEL LIKE AUTOMATIC WRITING TO YOU...DOES IT COME MAGICALLY...ARE YOU A CHANNEL OR DO YOU THINK IT ALL COMES FROM YOU INSTEAD OF THROUGH YOU...HMMM...ITS A MYSTERY TO ME BUT I AM GRATEFUL THAT IT COMES TO ME AND SHARE IT WHEN IT DOES...

Some thoughts.

Another year of Infernality & sinful rapture assured, Unholy Communion partaken in pleasures & delights of the flesh, sacrifices placed in their graves, the Grande Samhain Sabbat a legendary one, Sorcery smoldering, Dread Rites to open The Gates unleashing the Hellemental Daemons from nature within & around, one complementing the other, the masks of Satan overshadowing the moon and mind, evoking nightmares come alive! Presided over by Baphomet, illuminating Satan's Throne in POWER UNENDING. ∞

Written 7/9/17

Some thoughts.

A poem about a Black Sorcerer.