Magical Corpse
Aleister Crowley's
Corpse
Rots magically,
In the amnesia
Of the fly
Blown wind,
As cawing
Crows,
Pick giant
Maggots
Out of
Fecundate rat
Traps,
Set in
The attic
Of oblivion...
If only
I could
Roll under
The bed,
And embrace
The Bogeyman's
Filth,
But
The pentangle
Has been
Vandalised.
By near
Perfect
Graveyard nudes...
Submitted: May 21, 2020
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Beautiful...in a morbid kinda way
Fri, May 22nd, 2020 5:56am
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Thank you Shady, as they say beauty is in the eye of the beholder!
Thu, May 21st, 2020 11:00pmFacebook Comments
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Jimmy Page bought Aleister Crowley's house back in the 70's. Wonder what weird stuff he found hidden in that house?
Fri, May 22nd, 2020 1:48amAuthor
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Yes I heard about that 88,he's a Satanist, be careful of those old Led Zepp records they might infect you!
Thu, May 21st, 2020 7:18pm