Relentless Thelemic

Gates If I wait at the gate Then that’s all That my polytheistic heart Can take Safe You always try to be safe When I’m trying To burn through my 3 seances a day In death Is where I knead at the breast until we’re heavy and Ground-kept Flesh Is born of discontent Then I’m going To draw salt circles and vent Green to grey Covers your tracks So your shagbark is forgiven and your garland is painted black The grimoire gave a warning Hold silver to your face Then place your ego in a pit And if burning all that frankincense Is reminding you of me Then quit Heavy swinging of that sacred axe Has your rebellion worn thin And I believe it’s in that moment You made up your mind to give in For all the nights when I fail to earn my keep Stopped pawing your knees Stopped kissing at your feet The holy of your ghost rejected my sleep You’d rather have me sewing the seeds of dissatisfaction Although I didn’t see Any of the purpose You call to god When it’s time to bleed Keep the wrong things sacred You hold your gold And precious stones We keep the wrong things sacred