Endogenous Polypharmaceutical Communion Rite of the Oracular Virgin Priestess

You control the streams, the uncivilized sea
You are hot with wine as on distant hilltops
You bind bistonian women's hair
With a knot of vipers that does no harm

She delights in her ionic dancing
And even now
She knows all the tricks

Biochemical engineering staged
As a profound religious performance
Ritual exchange of fluids
Between priestess and novitiate

Vipera ammodytes, mandragora
Amanita and porphura
Autumn crocus, herba apollinaris
Nectar and ambrosia

The night is starless
And the girl has donned
A pitch-black mantle

She is like a sweatshop
Churning out colchic poisons
Sero-purulent discharge
Atop a venomous scarlet beast
Bearing the name mystery

Her effluence
Containing innumerable
Physiologically active compounds
A biological synthesizer
Of sacred communal substances

Sexually explicit dances
And ecstatic songs
Incantations culminating
In forced ejaculation
Of the physically restrained
Psychotic and semi-paralyzed patient

Deprived of the consumption
Of her excreta, the rite is fatal

Her shrieks resound in the ear canal
Signal the body by specific frequencies
To produce corresponding antibodies

Presented with the sacrificial victim
She gives a deadly cry
And scatters the sacred objects
Of the God of frenzy

Madness possesses her
And quickly enters the others
As the victim tries to escape

Roaring like a lioness
She tears off his head
With inhuman strength
While her handmaidens
Wrench off his shoulders
One by one

His flesh parcelled out
Amongst them

As they feast upon his body
The priestess sacrifices his genitalia
To cybele

Cultic zealots
Inspired in psychosis
By holy violence and scopolamine
Re-enact this cannibalism in trance
Young in the darkness like a dream
Like children they fill their hands
With their own flesh
Serving it like food
Holding out their entrails
In armfuls of compassion

The fire is hidden beneath her skirt
Applications of naptha and aproxis
And many a substance
Which puts constraint upon
Natural process

Souls living
Still in charge of their own limbs
Buried in her tomb
Funerals she has brought back
From the grave

Reversing the procession
Corpses have escaped from death
Black and putrid liquid
Trickling through the limbs
With congealed slime

She awaits the bites of wolves
To grab the bodies from their dry throats

Nor does she refrain from murder
If she requires living blood
Which bursts out when throat is slit
Or if her funeral feast demands
Still-quivering organs

And when she needs a determined spirit
She herself creates ghosts
Every human death to her advantage

Mutilating the head
Opening up the mouth
With her teeth
Biting off the tip of the tongue
Pouring mumbles into icy lips

Opening up the corpse's chest
With fresh wounds
Filling it with boiling blood
The innards washed off
Applying generous doses
Of lunar poison

The final ingredient: Her voice
More potent than any drug
Jumbled noises
Jarring
Utterly discordant

Raising her head and foaming lips
A disembodied consciousness emerges
Dreading to enter the innards and entrails
Ruptured by a fatal wound

At once the frozen blood grows hot
Warming the blackened wounds
The lungs quiver
And marrow disaccustomed
Steals new life
Mixed with death

Uncovered eyes with gaping stare
The look of someone not yet living
Already in the process of dying
Yet stunned by their arrival in the world

The zombi
Prophesies as she commands
Questions answered
With impossible accuracy
By a clinically dead body

The guilty multitude
Demands the fields of the blest
As black death sweeps blindly
Women childless, fields barren
The lord of the stagnant realm
Opens wide his pale abodes
Broken rocks and hard steel
For shackles–
Unburied, unsung, unhallowed
By the rites–
Prepare the punishment
For the conqueror

The task of the ghost fulfilled
Additional drugs are needed
For the corpse
Unable to be regained
To finally
And completely
Die

Approaching the gates of death
One foot across the threshold
Of hell's dark empress

Yet permitted to return alone
To my body
By a chemical pathway
In presence of the extradimensional
Traversing through the elements

Atop a funeral pyre
Amidst the night
Like constellation
Alter the flow of time

Midnight is shining with the lunar Sun
The girl removes her mantle
Claws hooked like a bird of omen singing
A sphinx, shrieking, screaming
Death

Become the aion
Emit the night
Into the dimension
Beyond the flow of time

Bound within the coils
Of the orphic egg

Now let the paidiska
Invoke the beast

The taste of milk and blood upon my lips
Awakens me from the great depths
A sleep that was a kind of death

Sweet enzymic melodies
Flowing through my blood stream
Supplicate my mind
To emerge

Εύα

Sweet enzymic melodies
Dancing through my blood stream

The taste of milk and blood upon my lips
Awakens me from the great depths
Pours out my mind anew into this
Starless ambrosial night

Mitera khaos

Do I summon you with mouth
Sufficiently abominable and polluted?

Do I ever chant these spells
Without consuming human entrails?

How many times have I cut out breasts
Filled with deity and washed them
With warm brains?

Are there no unborn fetuses
Who laid their head and heart
Upon your dishes?