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The sun sets still on the longest night And casts upon the earth a veil of sorrow. for all of life’s ends at the dying of the year. Time’s ticking sickle cuts the wheat from the chaff, All that is useless falls away with the waning light. A fruitful darkness from which all is born. On this longest night of winter, In the bleakest hour of our souls, We devote this sacrifice in honor of our rebirth. Our lady of darkness, Maiden, Mother and Crone, Bless us with our desires, For we have sown our seed in the darkness of the Earth. As the blessed dawn emerges And the great fire sets light upon the shadow. We praise the Wheel of the Year. For from death, comes life. And with life comes sacrifice. From sacrifice comes our sorrow. And ever turns the Wheel over and over
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 29, 2026
Rend of the veil of uncertainty, soul enraptured in ecstatic misery. Marry yourself to the untying of your birth. Linger not at the foot of Jehovah’s alter, with fools drunk from the blood of the false prophet. Give instead your graces to the Supreme Hierophant. Adorn his fawn skin with your blood. So tired is he who asks all the while to his death why he must live. Fear not your placelessness, for you have always been a stranger to this world. The death knell will ring all the while, giving you a pace with which to walk. Forever on, always to the next grazing pasture. So long as you are alone, aligned with the moonlight in the flicker of Neptune’s luster, you are never mistaken. Rend the veil of selfhood. The most laughable entity, a farce married to the untying of your death. ‘I’ is a mirage created in a delusion of grandeur. Wounds are sought in knowing. Where this pain lies, truth follows. Somatic deprecation is the calcification of the will. That which is broken becomes everything. The body decays and becomes the Earth. Death is welcomed, not to be dead, but to feel the Self dying. To cleanse the idea of self with the deluge of blood from flesh. This is the rebirth through pain, in which we embrace the sensuality of nothingness
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 29, 2026
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I haul I weep and mourn. I haul I weep and mourn. Because I dredge, because I dredge. One side, my body lies east. One side, my body lies west. Blood dripping down the hedge. Blood dripping down the hedge. I call upon my sisters. She who command the night. She who spin the souls of the wretched. Weaving with them the threads of magic. I count the grains of sand. And hear the words of the mute. I speak the voice of god. And pull the ocean near. Parting her mists to our liking. I walk with death and his brother sleep. Along the hedge, along the hedge. Hither and ell. Neither alive nor dead. Hither and ell. The realm of living the realm of dead
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 29, 2026