Sky,

Sun strikes stone angels

And thus in the Lord they are revealed! Defenders of the damned! The dead!

Sky. And the snow is dampening anything else.

Armageddon comes harmless on steel wings, howling –

Sky, alive with retribution, frozen and constant,

Glory to all dead! Glory in all death!

Ex-believer seeking idol, over thirty, no maximum age limit, no preference for hairstyle

or status as deceased, sentience also not an issue. Can adapt.

Must be hungry, must be beautiful, must be receptive to symbols,

Must turn the cards, must conspire, sermon not necessary but is preferred.

Ex-believer seeking idol in dead streets, rat bodies, birds,

In men, in women, in all liars, every liar, flurry of sun-wings in voices from on high,

In three hundred and thirty three in one-one-one,

ZA-CHI-EL, JO-PHI-EL, MI-CH-AEL, HAN-I-EL, call to the moon,

Call to the birds, call the Hierophant, Lilith, Sebastian, the Fool,

Belial. Call Belial. Did you call Belial? Tell him – no, tell him- I have plans

This Sunday but – yeah, next Sunday I’m free. I’m seeing Lilith and Jophiel for

Coffee this Sunday. I got work to book in on the house. What did you think?

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