I disable my arms to arm you,
with my clothes, I cloth you,
you look into fire, it fires you,
the stare of hell vests you.
You my familiar, I am you.
The experience essence- double presence,
I, like a snake-serpent, sense my potency.
Scope of consciousness dense
pretense, weakness, i repel, no repentance,
like the night with no Moon.
like the witches with no Broom,
like liking Satan’s dark Room,
like similes, am Cimeries,
I bring blink into your eye,
come back from abyss to life.
Obviously obey Obee-is I,
conjure lure, friends, enemies alike.
The tide this time will time,
the ties and knots on their sails?
The try’s to get to the shore!
THE TRAGEDY ARISES.
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