In This Light

by Occult Fan

one must listen

to what is in their hearts

rather than smoke the drugs

consume the greenflesh

the holy sepulchre of knowledge

this wanton deadly marriage

of ignorance to health and bliss

true

the potash mead slurmed by the masses

so disgusting and pathological

mistrusting even their own senses for

what is

familiar

dance. with. me.

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