*uck the Master Therion, the 1800's, and LSD I'm looking at this iron clad crusader and they're telling me it's me. Riding a horse like a whore, but he's sure he's in love. He is water in fueling fire and he carries a crustation in a cup calming karisma with a passive purity. This purely is a stret...

This shall be my first post. I've been hearing tales of lunicy from this direction for some time now. So, I've decided to see what all the fuss is about. I'll begin with a poem. The origanal bull shit. Nothing neglects this nacisism. Narrowly mising the center of the soul. The cause of creation. The...