Great Gods Therion and Babalon, known as Marie Laveau. You are the sounds of babes whimpering in dungeons of the netherworld. The relief after the experience of horror. Gifts you send for ones like me who hunger in endless pits of desire for knowledge. This is sadism. Feel for us who have been conditioned to wield the lash. Beaten and manipulated out of our own humanity. We have ascended. Hung above – like card cheats or runaway slaves. I give sacrifice. I contain it. I came alive but at what cost.
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