Leeches & deception

The old monk of a womewhat thelemite or crow-related order

Dressed in a torn old grown of jute

Had been locked up in a tiny box inside a wall

This cubic room was painted in dark

Est

Red and midnight blue

When the door was opened again

He was screaming terribly

As towards the end of his self-imposed isolation

Persumely they had been caused by previous days of his ritual fasting

The images he saw must have been atrocious ideed

The white-haired bearded monk was in his forties I believe

That's 4 and 0 for the earthern sphere

Do not make stupid jokes about the old man in the gown of jute

Because what might look like e clichee is necessity and truth

Do not make stupid jokes about the man in the crow-related cowl of jute

Bcause by transforming himself he might be saving me and you

Do not make stupid jokes about the old man in the gown of jute

Because what might look like e clichee is necessity and truth

After he was released again

A trans bisexual vampyre-demon was crawling after him out of the same box

Instead he had just split himself in two halves

Dark-red fat and swollen like a leech

It surely must have been feasting on the poor man

While they were both locked up inside the wall

A ritual

I become a witness of an unexpected ritual a demonstration

On the right side of me

A magician hissingly exhales

Directing his breath on a spongy spherical thing

A plexus wich as a direct reaction to it

Is covered by thin electric flashes

Or discharges of blue light

Unexpectedly my hands are begining to twitch and flash as well

And I have to realise that I am still dirty and soiled

Possessed by certain things on un

Dis

Solved

As it is they who now react to the formula of exorcism

In awe and terror I recognize

That such rituals of power invocations of archetypes

Experienced magicians all alone

A mere artist of hot host

Test

Air

Do not make stupid jokes about the old man in the gown of jute

Because what might look like e clichee is necessity and truth

Do not make stupid jokes about the man in the crow-related cowl of jute

Bcause by transforming himself he might be saving me and you

Do not make stupid jokes about the old man in the gown of jute

Because what might look like e clichee is necessity and truth