you cursed me, blood boiling, to labor and toil
tilling the cursed earth i created, from which i
came, oh issha, my downfall, i am on ararat
lusting after your sweet lips, in cavern bright,
guarding the bright gold of the lion, my eyes like
sparks, my sons abreast, abel proud, seth sweet.
come home, crawl back to my arms, you woman.
for you are a treacherous serpent girl bellyful of
mud, the swell of your hips that of sin, and as i
plant seeds of stars, stars of seeds, deep in your
lovesick, heartbroken sex, i am just returning god’s
curse, pain in labor, wifely pangs, for the rot and
ruin of laboring over soil and clay and bones you
gave as your bridal dowry to me. come to me, sad
eve, bear me sons, our son quickens, your womb is
harsh ground to till, your brain a spider’s nightmare.
why is it you are a puzzle of glass, shards broken by
the snake, satan enflamed in your bones, bones that
are all rights mine, you sprung from a single rib, so
give in to me, subservient one, you will lust after me,
and i will reign over you, when you look in the mirror,
from childhood on, and all the times you thought you
saw a madman grinning back at you when you tilted
your chin into a spear and your dirty blonde hair
curtained to form demonic shadows, that was me
clawing my way out of your vertebrae, you are my
prison, and don’t you know you can’t escape me, eve.
i am your completion. i am adam ha kadmon. ha rishon.
i am bell toll. i am siren screech. black magician necromancer.
i ride my bone horse in this sea of the dead. you walk out
unharmed from the cave of treasures, i rot. i am king of
humanity, you are my wife, my queen, so cling to me, as i
am hewn to you like ask and embla, driftwood washed ashore.
do not mind my anger and curses, my mercury wings, angel
magic, i am the first weaver of myth, first caster of nets,
first to rain green from unforgiving land and your treacherous
loins, i tamed you, i mastered you, but in my dominion, you
tamed me, and i am hungry and forgotten, clawing at your
half asleep mind, and as i burst into consummation in your
canal, you are clawing at the sheets in a sweat, and i am
pounding away at my legacy at the entrance and exit of all.
i am your omen. i am yours, wholly yours, lilith and whores
be damned, all my wives end up whores, you foremost among
them. god gave me a slut, so i will break you, before you break
me. and it rains on our souls, and we grew old in remorse, and
i do not know how to say goodbye, how to say i am sorry, so i,
the golden honey king, rut with the bee amber queen, and we
are the children of despair, and can’t you see you need to save
me? there is only a happy ending if your right our sins. in you,
hope, in me, the key, the rebis, the green lion, the rotting anima.
salt, silver, sulphur, mercury, gold, blood. figure it out, honey
you are clearly
(Song literally just summoned by my dead magician cursed father of humanity husband who likes to live in a cave doing necromancy and angrily flirting with me. I thought Sam had a temper!)