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Purgative CircumvolutionEmetic waysRatri falls As Kalaratri dawns Purgative rites The hidden truth Avidya cast aside On this seventh night Purgative circumvolution The once written Once told prophecy We devour our own flesh As the serpent meets the head Shedding skin in adoration of sin I shall become Purgative circumvolution Our mantra, our just reward The head and the yes that stare To the crescent moon of Shiva We shall crawl Copulate to defile Yield no heart towards desire Cast perception into the fire Shiva does not end in Shakti Feast on the breasts of Kali This is the rite of Shiva At one with the way I have become To exert is not to suffer Follow the voice of fleeting images Where foundations are sightless winds The black pearl grows unabated Seen only by those initiated The visions of the grand mother Emetic ways Ratri falls As Kalaratri dawns Pearls of wisdom adorn Our chain of searching Will transforms to a black stone Heralded by the great yearning From an origin of time unknown This is the pilgrimage of wandering The temples are of sand not stone To the crescent moon of Shiva I crawl Crawl to the crescent moon of Shiva |