Kult

“When we stand in a circle, the circle is us, and there is no end or beginning between us. 

We are one and all, and none shall know about us as the circle keeps everything only among us. 

We are inseparable and unified as one, forever joined in a holy covenant.”

A Tribute

If one is suppose to give a meaningful tribute, it might as well be a tribute to the darkest of one’s desire. A celebration of whatever beastly lineage one has. 

Perhaps, on a nicely sculpted furnace, with a suitable amount of fire and a large enough entrance to fit a modest sized person…child…maybe two of each kind. 

What a lovely tribute that should be…

Dream of Cults

I’ve been dreaming of cults, strange cults, lately. Names and faces that looked familiar yet has no names to recall for. What a month of great, morbid dreams.

Dreams of nameless masses, moving as one, holding up candles, morphing as one, into an orgy of mass arson. What lovely, lovely nocturnal travels they have been.

Long live The Cult, the Mysteries of Our Time in this Flaming existence.

Hail The Cult! The nurturer of chaos and night.