Sigils

Photobombing Caravaggios of conjugal visitations.

Faith is what you make it—starve the hungry or clothe the naked.

The devil is a lie, yet so am I. What’s that make me?

Paying penance with a late fee.

Rosemary’s baby’s father raiding coffers cross a sigil map.

Studying the capital cities like,.where’s our symbol at?

Sold the soul I stole, code my oaths,

prayin in a coal mine while I hold my nose.

A star in the center of a cypher drawing pentagrams.

Fed my shepherd lambs and these Baphometic plans.

Shredding axe solos in the Upside Down.

Bowed at four cloven hooves and I flung my crown.

God forbid, Lucifer permit, I prohibit

Is it demons or addictions? I can’t tell the difference.

It’s all burning candles, chanting, and conjuring.

Voices of the innocent witnesses hollering…

Rituals. Rituals. Rituals. Rituals. Rituals. Rituals. Rituals. Rituals. Rituals.