| The old monk of a womewhat Thelemite, or «crow"-related order
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| dressed in a torn, old grown of jute,
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| had been locked up in a tiny box inside a wall
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| this cubic room was painted in dark (est)-red and midnight blue
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| When the door was opened again,
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| he was screaming terribly,
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| as towards the end of his self-imposed isolation
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| he must have suffered from most horrible visions and/or hallucinations,
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| persumely, they had been caused by previous days of his ritual fasting.
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| The images he saw must have been atrocious ideed.
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| The white-haired, bearded monk was in his forties I believe…-
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| that’s 4 and 0 for the earthern sphere.
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| Do not make stupid jokes about the old man in the gown of jute,
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| because what might look like e clichee is necessity and truth!!!
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| Do not make stupid jokes about the man in the crow-related cowl of jute,
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| bcause by transforming himself he might be saving me and you.
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| Do not make stupid jokes about the old man in the gown of jute,
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| because what might look like e clichee is necessity and… truth!!!
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| After he was released again
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| a trans-/bisexual vampyre-demon was crawling after him out of the same box.
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| Though this demon/creature should have been dissolved,
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| instead he had just split himself in two halves,
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| dark-red, fat and swollen like a leech…-
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| it surely must have been feasting on the poor man
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| while they were both locked up inside the wall.
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| A ritual:
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| (I become a witness of an unexpected ritual, a demonstration.)
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| On the right side of me:
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| a magician hissingly exhales,
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| directing his breath on a spongy, spherical thing |