An Archontic Verse (The one-horned child)

Vainglorious Epiphanies
enthrall us with mutated ambivalence!

As cone-shaped generations generators

emit explicit explosions in boundless entirety

Oh rise my one-horned child of Death!
-From your black-tar amneosis

Sacrilege in globules!
The Archangel in form!

Shimmering souls
leave the quest of questions
on many solid cylinders
embossed with the eyes of our Lord!

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