To the Elder Ones I Call

With this blood a line I now trace
To drill a hole in both time and space
Two separate circles, concentric each
Into the void I extend my reach
A murder each sabbath for every week of the year
The heart of a sheep, the spleen of a steer
All the parts burned, a sickly sweet incense
I plead, no I ask, no I demand his great presence!
The ground starts to shatter, the sky starts to crack
I knew what I was in for, yet I’m taken aback
A single drop of acid onto my tongue I leave thee
My body starts to numb, my mind now set free
I give myself both mind and soul
To the one that devours worlds whole

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