Sneaking deep down into the caverns of the Contraband Cellar (Bunker), I reach far into the darkness, hand clasping around that familiar round cold tin. This particular Dark Lord recipe of Red Virgina's, Peppery Perique, a smidgen of Forbidden Dark Fired Kentucky, and finished with a kiss of that Exquisite herbal elixir, I ascend back towards the light, into dystopia and confusion. Approaching the marble alter, where all things forbidden are consumed, I unleashed the fermented gases of Six Pence. The seal broken, the mind in frenzy, fingers distraught with impure agony, cut and bleeding from this gracious Dark Lord's Kiss. Pulling free the parchment that holds The Dark Lord's Treasure, the red life force of my soul mingling with parchment and Nicotiana, Censer burning, Wand Erected, Cup lowered, Chain Bound, Air parted with Sword, and Spell spoken. Blood and Tobacco charged, Eucharist accepted,
"grand are they that await the Eucharist of The Dark Lord and Perdurabo's bliss,
strange is the magick,
that Angel's kiss,
blind are they, the many, in twine their death,
to make Forbidden God's freedom, the curse of the Left."
Bowl seized, bowl a-light with fire, smoldering Nicotiana, In Fifth Sense, Blood and Six Pence. Here they come, those that rule here, in the day light of dystopia, of confusion and miss masses. Here they come, they come with knock, hammer on door, they fear my new Magickal Creation and more.....Blood &Tobacco.
"grand are they that await the Eucharist of The Dark Lord and Perdurabo's bliss,
strange is the magick,
that Angel's kiss,
blind are they, the many, in twine their death,
to make Forbidden God's freedom, the curse of the Left."
Bowl seized, bowl a-light with fire, smoldering Nicotiana, In Fifth Sense, Blood and Six Pence. Here they come, those that rule here, in the day light of dystopia, of confusion and miss masses. Here they come, they come with knock, hammer on door, they fear my new Magickal Creation and more.....Blood &Tobacco.
