Invocation

come now i welcome you and as the sign of my invitation i’ll smear some of my blood over my thoughts before i write them down come burning like the ember at the end of my cigarette which i burn ritualistically like a sacrifice for sin come, i’ll slay swine and serpents to lay out for you forgive me, it is all i have to give but i understand that it is the sincerity of the giving and not the gift which you desire and for your thirst i’ll give a bitter gall that is all i have, for your thirst or for mine but come come in time i pine away like every day you ever made i ask for no angels to herald your arrival lest wiser men arrive and present you with better gifts than i can afford come Lord