First published at 09:25 UTC on August 27th, 2018.
The Simulacronomicon - PRELUDE.
Oceans vanishing into rumor,
The bowl of the sky oscillating;
By dint of Sophic fires swirling,
Impenetrable obsidian plinths
Speak in instant anagnorises
Of the fell deeds of man
Given the ultimate gifts,
Allowed the ultim…
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The Simulacronomicon - PRELUDE.
Oceans vanishing into rumor,
The bowl of the sky oscillating;
By dint of Sophic fires swirling,
Impenetrable obsidian plinths
Speak in instant anagnorises
Of the fell deeds of man
Given the ultimate gifts,
Allowed the ultimate freedom,
At the behest of a cosmic sacrifice.
We,
courtiers
of Drakul,
Asmodeus,
Mephistopheles,
Yaldaboath of sidereal scorn.
We are the inventors of the scions of shame,
The punks of the aether, blowing it all
across a magical spectrum
when the pearl was
proffered to us.
We deferred, preferring to wallow
for eons in a bottomless sump
of debauch, and diminution,
In thrall to all grimories
And simulacronomicons.
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