The Gnosis Of Inhumation by Nightbringer
Death be my hierophant! Lay bare the paths to the
precipice. I would endure the torment of black Eden‟s
thorn strewn paths of ingress. I would bask in the shadow
of the Tree of Death and pluck such terrible fruits from
its vines to taste of their soma. I seek entrance to the
Death-Mother‟s womb. I am compelled towards her chasm
which entraps and destroys all light and forms. Oh matron
of the aphotic and primordial night! Thou art manifest
and un-manifest, point of paradox. Thou art the darkness
of empty sky and the glutinous hollows of the earth,
bloated with corpses and slaked on blood-seed. I would
enter with thee into fatal copulations. In wrath, pray
you scourge my flesh and burn your gnosis upon my heart
until my heart is naught but flame. Black Illuminatrix!
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