My OperaQADESHA
2009年8月17日月曜日18:19:41
Serpent's offspring ascend to eat of this fruit forbidden...Drawing nigh into the consciousness of their god...
Attracted to her splendor, following the sweetness of her voice...
Just to taste, even to smell of her odor, a deadly deed...
Tempted in naught, but of it's own hunger to be full...
Saviour unto it's soul, provender of desire...
Being as her, embracing her within thyself oh serpent!
Longing, and dying in emptiness, needing to be whole...
Climbing into her chambers...enter... seat oneself with her...
And finding her, so beautiful in body of angel's flesh...
You eat, first tasting with fear...
And with awe, the feeling, such savor and deep pain, your belly feelest full...
You know not enough, the more you consume to be consummated with her...
This entrance within being, sacrifice of mortal-self...
"Give of me", the serpent prays...I need this...
The empty now full, driven into itself...
Keep me now, as I keep you...
The serpent her object of completion, sphere of power and ascension...
Death and life, received by her, as they have been given to eachother...
For in ascension of Spirit there is descension of self, and fullness of mortification...
Offered upon the alter of desire for Qadesha...
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