Demiurge
A Dark FUcking Poem From Hell
Overwhelming awareness of
Flawed creation of things undeniable
Metaphor behind grief of everyday Gnosis
Ramshackle craftsman building scaffolding in hell
Endless transformation of matter in everything grey
The old Oak hangs in limbo between invocation and reproduction
Huge mast of acorn every third year
Sigil burnt into the depths of a malevolent Aeon
Archetypal cyborg vibrating with efficiency
Slithers
I can feel it slithering in my reptilian brain. Brilliant.