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Death Metal
Vulgar and guttural. Musical violence induces a dark thrill. Rapid drums send the listener into a frenzy. Grinding guitars like chainsaws. Sometimes, it's slowed down to the rhythm of a churchbell. All the while keeping a tooth grinding, fist clenching aggression. There is no more evil form of music. The spirit of death metal is of a demonic nature. Monster music.
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Drug Store Sunglasses
It's sunny outside, a beautiful day. Rock n roll, hormones, and plants blooming. Pollen in the air dizzying the senses.
It's bright outside and the sun hurts my eyes, like a slap from a beauty while engaged in passionate sex.
They sooth the sting and provide a cool esthetic to my face.
Slightly masking my lustful glances.
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Magick
A healing refuge for a downtrodden soul. How is it that a person can feel when he's being watched. We are all born with the capability to tap into this mysterious resource. A child may feel cursed or frightened at the burden of having an abundance of it in their first few years of life. In the first ten years of life, the magic an individual possesses sprouts like a seed. Some of us stay tapped into it for life, cultivating it. While some are uncomfortable with it, ignore it, and suppress it. It never completely goes away. When a person consciously uses their subconscious to communicate with the subconsciousness of nature, and the intention is pure. Nature may consciously manifest the desired results.
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To Hecate: On a Dark Moon.
Your skin blue as a twilight sky. Adorned in shining black garments. You radiate a flowing purple essence. Your torch burns with an unnatural brightness. Our lady of the aether.
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The Moon
A symbol of mystery and secrets. Bright as silver when full. Pitch when dark. We subconsciously respond to its energy. Reacting to the primal impulses it generates. It waxes and wanes as rhythmically as it rises and falls. Each night, it brings to us a slightly different character. All the while fixed in its consistencies. When one gives attention to the moon, the gift of its magick is almost immediately recognized.
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