Sariel’s Daughter of Aries;

So I could meet you in my dreams…

I shalt meet you in the mansion of crows where hath water is abundant everywhere.

In the forest towns where I made lanterns alight with their luminescent glow.

I surrender my breath and will

Breath one; I am the eternal force of the virgin daughters starlit mire

In.

Out 1-13

Breath in the final art of starlit mires of heaven and of hell..

Good or evil shall not exist here.

Sariel’s Daughter of Aries

Horns which art thou

Weightless which art thou

Un-force which art thou?

Un-sense which art thou,

Un-brain, Un-kiss to kiss again,

In thee

*The shadow near you rises as an entity of your sacred-est, lucid-est dreams…

And she lights her candle, in the center of your atmosphere, your room…*

Outside or inside, she lights this candle, art thou a candle amidst 11 other unlit candles..

It’s obvious, learning stare

Ever never in the twin lit air

Which encapsulates the aether

And maketh the claret

Of the ethereal one

It’s only snare

It is obvious now

The only true word for what power really is?

The black blindfold

The, weakness I see

Is the essence i am forsaken of,

Endless,

Eternally,

Immortally

I am the ever never moving thing

Without suffering, I shalt need

Only the truth of all things

The soul of the soul mate

Discarded it's happenstance

Likewise unto the breath of

Black psalm or dream

I am the waking world of final art-ed fatal intention

I move that which is any sort of black burden in thee

I am ever beyond the

Only black vital force

That which the collective unconscious remembers and needs

The neo-shards of the hearts climactic black jewels, 

Which art thou the eternal twin sigil in the sands...

The eyes which see burn into every part of thy body...

I am the waking world cell

I am the waking world cell

I am the unconquerable realm of dreams

Which is untouchable,

However unto thine

Black psalm,

Which singeth in the eyes

And pores

Which blend-eth the nucleus

Of our highest center

Unto the black keenness

In that only demure of thought or

being

The ball-gag, which

Art thou for ever never speaking

Ever never believing

Ever never deceiving

Suchness unto the black blood that which i speak

In this tongue which is crippled by the black pain

I ever never seek

Loneliness shalt be the twin fatal

Black psalms

Vowel,

Which I need

The twin letter

Which fatal artedly,

Black almightyestly

Quivers

In hyper belief

The Suggestion I offer

Is that I may slaughter

The entrances unto your only soul

Which suffer carelessly

In the mires of self-deceit

Suggestion

I hath ever no word,

I have surrendered my entire head

To Saraqael

I hath ever no ears,

I hath surrendered my thought

To Saraqael

I hath ever no memory,

I have surrendered instinct

unto the

Seat of my soul mates unfold

I hath ever no touch,

I hath ever no feeling,

I have surrendered

The the only thing that needs

By the prism of all in the shape of world

Mine eyes shalt only see

I hath ever no taste...All that was once before must have been a mistake

This scintillating

Black an grey

neo-vitality...

Crushes all the essence

I hath ever been

In the vore of

tongue to tongue

May our truest final arted will

ever never be done..

I am ever never simple enough it seems

As to look

As to be

As to see

The only thing one could need

The vitality of violence in the portrait of only let

Be thou ever never to forget

And be wet

In honestest

Ever expect

It’s obvious visceral violence of jeweled lust

Which tears down the only centers of that which you adored

And maketh you beg only for more and more

Leer-eth in the, the 13th astral candle…

The first candle I leer-eth.

And souls of all hearts on earth, becometh one unto the day of their truest final art of death which is birth

This is..

All bodies, en-flamed with the visage of their only truth

This is..

The one true being

The one true soul

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