I rebuilded me an altar for the Lord,

I said Lord, keep my soul.


Keep my blood.


Cleanse me with thy word.


Thou art my filter

Big sis is a lie.


There's no such thing.





Its either mother or daughter.




I will treat women as such. Either you are my mother, or you are my daughter.


That's it.



There ain't big sis in my gospel vocabulary.


Sorry.

The green blood of trees


When interacting with human blood


Results in blood magic.



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This is tree blood + human blood + fire + whatever else


The result of these three ingredients is a magic spell


Do u partake in sacrilege?

Do I condone sorcery?


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A human who wishes to become "more than human"



No being human with only human blood ain't good nuff

So we ought to mix our human blood with the blood of ASCENSION





Lets get higher!

The way to the top is through sacrilege.




Mix. Mix. Mix

Sobriety

Is like the sand of the desert

It sinks to the low point

Of the deepest grave

If you wish to die

Accept the blood

Sixty six percent human


The thirty three percent had gone missing or corrupt.


A third part of my members are rebellious



An incompleteness cries out like a noise that cannot be turned off.



Sixty six percent human.



Christ came in the likeness of such flesh.



And big brother taught us what he can do with sixty six.



He was victorious even with the disadvantage of flesh.



My brother, my lord, Jesus Christ has shown me that



Thirty three is his Free Gift.

Sixty six.

Thirty three.

Ninety nine.




That leaves one.



I was given one talent.



Jesus can do the rest of the thirty three for me.

Grasshoppers can fly

Until they fall down again

The cost of flight is 34 silvers

I threw my ticket away

I didn't have 34 silvers anyway.

I am a poor man with one silver.

Im relying on Christ to pay the rest for me.

The pricking of thorns

Night creeps in

And I am reminded of my sinful flesh

Common to all men

Common to all humans




Son of adam
A damned son

Edit: Lil premature post


South side.



South side:
The angel took me to a place
I saw what I would not unsee
In my own blindness I beheld darkness
The blood of my veins contaminated further.

Adam damned me.
But I took myself further south.

I went with the angels and saw what I could not unsee.

I have made my soul filthy

And my memory has become a burden.



Reach in to the depths of your flesh

Pull out and realize the hand is not your own



I have put on the lens of a fiend

My blindness thickens



I may require double healing

Like the man who saw trees

This post was edited by redExorcist on Aug 17 2022 07:02pm

Unhell my mind

Sanctify the places that I have profaned

The rivers that have dried and polluted

The green grass that has been sucked gray

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I sat upon the seat of a demon

I saw through the eyes of an angel

And I fell as a man

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How can it be possible to darken blackness?

A stirring of a pot

Where the concentrate sits at the bottom