Sorcery

Astral—one of Magic’s eightfold gate,
And Sorcery’s four—where powers gravitate.

Twisting superpowers, targeting humans’ sincere,
Cloaked in virtue, with brutel veneer.

Colluding with crowns and cruelty,
Blinding others under a theme of so-called duty.

Magick—historically used for unity,
Not used for domonic capacity—

The mind, the stars, the fate, the projection, and the reality.
Ultered by corrupted mobility,

Shifting nations— like prophecy,
Enchantment counts the final glory.

R’Iyeh age, crude and temporary,
Aligning with Terence Vincent Powderly.

Games and shadow can’t hold indefinitely—
Fading fast on Masonic intensity.

Historic witchcrafts may mimic life and grace,
But not meant for striping sovereign place.

The signs are creations, or deity?
Confessing the source lack a real opportunity.

Pantheons grand holy purity,
And root, began with primal entity.

Electromagnetic connecting through energy,
Match Monotheism’s sacred sovereignty—

Enough of pain—since ancient infancy?
Or the soul, from birth, chained with empty eternity?

Unseen are spoken through alchemy—
Igniting psychic clarity.

Transcending world of matter—reflecting rites hermetically.
Drench the path in shame, fear, and poverty,

Betrayal’s belongs to Egypt’s audacity.
Calling out salvation—and autonomy,

No remorse, justice, nor legality.
Pathing through Ordo Templi of self-discovery—

Flesh in silent, creeping treachery.
Leaving unauthorized incarnation, nor initiatory.

Directing demons to define civility,
Six thousand deep—of false nobility.

All for fire rising to a minority—
Changing fate to a different destiny.

Whys Woman,
Sorcery