The old monk of a somewhat Thelemite, or "crow"-related order
Dressed in a torn, old gown of jute,
Had been locked up in a tiny box inside a wall
This cubic room was painted in darkest-red and midnight blue
When the door was opened again,
He was screaming terribly,
As towards the end of his self-imposed isolation
He must have suffered from most horrible visions and/or hallucinations,
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 cowl of jute,
Because 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 vampire-demon was crawling after him out of the same box.
Though this demon/creature should have been dissolved,
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.
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
must only be performed by the truly initiated,
experienced magicians all alone.
Not by some superficial silly loser/girl-boy,
a mere artist of 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 cowl of jute,
Because 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