T H E E N D C O M M U N E

Biblical studies occupied the dreary soul.
Thousands of hours in deepest state of nausea.
Manic commitment to the study of archaic texts.
Devout to apocryphal SATANO-GNOSTICISM.
Mad exegetes bereft of tongues, ears and sight.
Braying the testicles of thought in a stone mortar.
Erect genitalia releasing themselves.
Smaller bloodletted animals in sexualis.
…the wizards pipe their flutes and masturbate…

Ritual cunnilingus of the devil’s chalice.
Torrential spouts of black SOMA.
Nervous patterns release DIMETHYL TRYMPTAMINE.
Paradoxical revelations complete another.
Complex web of arteries form human artwork.
Gnawing the pulsating aorta of the Self.
A throbbing pulse slit and bleeding away.
The dark whips of discontent licking their hearts.
...their wands snap by means of telekinesis…

The dreary soul drowned in the white eyes of MESMER.
His pendulum captivating the young boy.
Giving away a modest but sincere smile in respect for his tutor.
As the lord of sleep rocks his pupil to coma.
They then wander about to an isolated tomb.
And lay down to sleep with each other.
The tutors tongue invading his disciple’s throat.
White stains of ejaculation were observed.
…afore them a foul weather gathers…

Awry clouds form atop the parapets of the sky.
Thundering forth like a majestic chariot.
Cloudings of locust blocking out their sun.
The benighted horizon cloves like a beautiful vulva.
The sun is melting in the furthest distance.
They give their CONDOLENCES toward the setting sun.
Everything shines in its awesome mystery.
Only this text makes sense to them.
…the wizards lulled themselves to sleep…