Intergalactic Chaos and Cosmic Reformation

Rosa, Rosa, Rosa, Rosa, Rosa, Rosa, Rosa,
my life, my love, my loss, my hand, my head, my heart, my soul
you cried these names upon the breasts of the twin sisters of Gool.

Then Gool fed the seven vigins an elixer of milk, and blood,
and your tears, dear Rosa,
perfumed by the petals of the sacred Binary roses
plucked fresh from the hanging gardens of the East.

As they drank from his cup,
Gool lifted each one into the lap of his machine,
where he brushed their long hair as they passed into sleep.

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The bodies of the seven virgins were arranged into a circle
and our lord Gool entered the lifeless circle
disappearing from the chapel of his sisters two,
back into the realm of eternal sleep.

--
a fragment recovered from
"The TORCH of GOOL" by Hyzandara Ozymandius

trans.
The Brotherhood of Intergalactic Chaos and Cosmic Reformation