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We met at a seance
In a room behind the shopping front
The steady hand of a doctor of
I don’t know what

Then he spoke to me
The dulcet tones of an English disease
Profane ceremony
A cold wind blew and the clock stopped

Unfamiliar speech
Convulsions, bending of knees
A hand pointing a finger
A disembodied scream

The table stood like a lectern
With no scripture to be seen
The candles had all gone out
The air had started to freeze

He said:

“I am the priest
The lord of the damned and deceased”
Upon revealing this dark trick
From up his sleeve

The sigil of Baphomet is seen
That night in a million dreams
Making tar of the firmament
To drip down on the Holy See

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from Weaver St / Return to You, released January 1, 2024

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