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This is the place where trapped souls get killed by parasites,

Dying in the beyond near/far, sooner or later,

Until their own energies have been purified in the astral realm

When I drank from the blood chalice of souless

impaled christ I reached into places where my past selves had been tortured

A deeply wounded inner child who lived in hatred, brutality waging wars

within and grief.

True sufficiency does not exist, life has only so much unnecessary suffering.

It had never made sense to me but one day I found myself with meaning

and some measure of power over myself

As well as occult knowledge.

In the sky of the darkness I raised my sword as an offering,

but an offering from within my own darkness.

Thunder responded to me in a way I cannot explain

Chaos and peace, light and darkness, As above, so below,

solve et coagula, pointing up and down.

But in all of this, I find balance and destroy the ouroborus.