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Scorpion Sybarite
Dark angel baring broken wing,
you’re the crier at night, days scorpion’s sting
Sybarite bon vivant emersed in rituals
Facetious and obscure devotions.
An angel banished from heaven,
for craving omnipotence at all costs
Hell's indelible denizen in
Dante’s Inferno or
Milton’s Paradise Lost,
Kundalini Serpent, Astaroth, Azazel,
Beelzebub, the morning star
Tainted love you’ve tired of
Lies and deception, your friend and foe
Deserving of this not you and so
heil the magik that ills and pains
although your nature has jaded
you perform the morality play.
Pal owl perched on glove wise bird
see more, less spoken, hears her muse recite
replaced by ravens her ghouls delight.
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I Am Anaya
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