Ancestor Cult

Psychopomp led me into afterlife
into the souls' of our forefathers, 
into the dire grave, spiritualism,
i saw spirits, deities, the deads;
the beneficient dead of the night.
i laid on the ancestor's cult below
resting returns of darkness of the  
ancient historical cult of culture.
i was introduced to the angelic 
beings of ritual magic, the spirit 
guides of theosophy and mysticism
the aliens of ancestral Ufology, Africanism and the neopagan gods which are the thought of soulsm. 
my soul shattered and I found hope. 


Yours Poetically,
©John Chizoba Vincent
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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