To Fear- Nyx to Right's inevitable All-Father notions & the veritable An'al Haq of Night's Hecate potions-
Who yet hold dear, do so by but an obstinate usury of the emotions,
Grace is that Favour fleeing which Love's Elect
Damn Faith to Incest e'er re-select
Envoi-
Reponse-
Antarabhava in the womb ; Barzakh in the tomb ; Metaxy's quotidian Theosis
Siddhantha
Pray Thy Son is a bastard or all Love a bitch
Thy Metochites Poor, or God dead in a ditch.
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