Fractured Hymn, #1

The shadow, Samael,

loomed over my mirror

and sought

my loins for replacement

I guzzled glasses

of the beast

It was then these

scriptures emanated

into a sophic prison:

“Obscured Apnoia,

steer clear of darkness,

find self-generated Words

so that the Paraklete

my penetrate us,

reach for us within

whatever Chaos

we rule.”