Friday, April 3, 2009

RISE OF THE PENTAGRAM

One dark afternoon


Like a shadow I flew

Through the rain that fell sick with lament



To this house of incest

For when we undressed

Blasphemies against Venus were rent



Though her sister removed

Her white body approved

The barade of my heavenly quests



Yet, all tongues are not true

Some are forked or askew

Like an uncivil serpent?s at best



For ousted from Eden

I fausted all reason

Hook in mouth like Saint Peter Pan



To horned fairy groves

And hot virgin coves

Where in the promiscuous swam



I elected lovers and rejected others

Mathistrises that don?t give a damn



But for those that still do

My deep interest grew

The rise of the true pentagram!

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