summons

 
restraining the thought
in the cult magic swirling about the room
needful glee is the poison
torturous want is the position

bending the victim she is chained
the ceremony carries on
her screams highlight the darkness

hell expects to be paid
honesties blood is the only thing that will do
the Priestess is prepared

the child of opulence is perfectly adorned
dressed in crimson she will succeed
the sacrifice is made and the child martyr is crowned

divining through the centuries
she has visions that are coming to pass
little known secret she is unruly
preferring the dank black to a throne at court

still it is necessary she rule with the other potentates
she knows hell intimately it is her childhood home
no one knows it like she does

hopscotch with the devil
down a shoot and she is gone
a rivalry of affection is dismissed
hell has a voice of its own
it guards her privacy very closely

she utters the enchantments and walls open
the baby cenobites have awoken
made in her womb of her dreams and night terrors
they will not accept another queen

she sings to them in her queer tongue
they open their eyes hungry for terror
guiding them to suckle
they sip an unfortunates pain

the lights are dim in the room
their eyes are just adjusting
they have actively seeking minds
they must uncover the honesty of a being at any cost

their mother is disturbed
she worries for the cenobites on earth
they are on a journey of exploration

they have always had a high intellect
and think quite logically
what mystifies them is humanity

they worry for the humans who driven by fear
the centobite way is to encourage the terrors
to get to the truth of the matter
motivated by knowledge
without cold calculated logic there can be no order

they sympathize with the humans
but they cannot relent with the blunt beings
attaching all they are with how they appear

technology has blended with them
still it is not the human making choices
it is the book of nothiness covering their void

the moonbuttons are correct with their assessment
many of the bodies are void a soul
there is now nothing stopping us from moving in
from great chaos there is order
and we are parents and our progeny come first