He’s imposing, commanding even when He speaks softly into the cathedraled hall. His voice carries, marries with my moans as my body succumbs yet again to this unequalled bliss.
The Beast growls and roars, a sound both terrible and beautiful, majestic and exotic. I writhe under its impact, my flesh struck by chords outside the register of my very human hearing. I respond nonetheless, sensation spreading like fire, heat moving now through my bloodstream, my arteries swelling with this uncanny cargo.
The nucleus of each cell is pregnant with His power. In my ripened state I sprawl, wanton now. His Presence inside of me, carried synaptically throughout my being, I feel Him everywhere at once. My own cries fly to the rafters, nesting like dark birds, wings fluttering like my lashes.
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A new church is added to our Dark Diocese.
We need only enter for the deconsecration to begin. Not of the structure itself, but of the flock. perhaps but one soul will feel the impact of our passing, sensing the chill much as one feels a tremor upon the flesh when lying in the hot sun, a confusion of sensation, both hot and cold merging.
Black water swirling where fresh and salt meet. Black waters of the soul. Who will be swept into the current, unable to resist the tide of His demand?
I have waited for Him my entire life. He is the Bringer of Light and reason. The One who encourages questions, promotes reason. He is the Son of the Morning, the morning star, its light bringing a clarity to thought that is all too often missing in the circularity of the hive mind.
He is the Lord of the Earth, The Green Man encouraging growth and decay, seasons of life springing beneath his tendriled tread. His gifts include incomparable pleasures for which I worship Him in grateful abandon.
My cunt is wet and full of His cock even when He’s miles away. I am impaled by His Presence at all times and know His whispered command as it breathes through my lungs, sings in my blood, expands my mind. I can hear His laughter now and know I’ve been touched, marked, claimed.
“To Thine Own Self Be True.”
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