Channels skipped back and forth on a radio dial completely on their own accord while in the distance blackbirds squawked a hymn of revival and return into the ebon starry sky. Madness recoiled coyly in the eyes of a cadre of trained and conditioned schizophrenic tantric adeptesses, each set of eyes seemingly to glow like radiant pearls or cum shots under truck stop lights some where in rural America. The women listened to the sounds blur while sitting in a circle intoning the phrases: “IEEKASA-LIU ZUMANHIG-LIU GIPOOSADONE UNNADRAANAD-LIU” and rubbed their clits with tiger balm under light green robes. A male eunuch attendant came around pouring holy wine into their mouths, a certain combo of mead, DXM, and cocaine. They were the Supreme Sisters of the Silver Sepulture and tonight dead Gods were to return back once again into the realms of neural nets of worrisome man. Whom by now in this era of the 2020’s had managed to bombard to ash a full third of world. The head nun started to convulse and mauve foam poured from every crevice in her body. The others quickly stripped her of her clothes and licked up the foam. The air became immediately lead and was thicker then nuclear winter. A throbbing humming sound erupted as each sister transformed into ecstatic mauve and emerald green hues of vibration. The head nun breathed them all in and a single ivory horn grew out of her head. Soon running wings sprouted out of her back and just as flew over the ruins of a old prison that was now her temple that she collapsed above into an implosion of black light. In a river of filth rising upon a crocodile strode a strange male child with a his finger pressed to lips as if demanding silence from the whole world. Lord Horus got what he wanted…
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