I serve the sun and moon, though not in any form from any myths yet told. This is not a masculine sun and feminine moon, fallow winter to fertile summer, balance and symbiosis. This is not The Lovers or The Wheel; this is The Hanged Man and the Five of Swords. I serve a sun and moon who usher in the solstices with godblood and death. I serve a cowardly sun and an apathetic moon. I serve an addicted sun and an ascetic moon. I serve a sun who burns too brightly and gives too much, and a moon who’s ever shadowed and gives too little. I serve cruel gods. Bitter gods. Rotting gods. I serve gods who are ever dead and ever dying. I serve gods who love and rage and sorrow with equal ferocity, and who demand offerings of blood and tears. I serve gods who would by no other be served, whose shackles are ancient and unbreaking. I serve gods whom no other would serve, and I would do so regardless of chains.
Only Fragments
Love Letters to the Tar Pit
Only Fragments 
Reminds me of Puscifer’s music for some reason!
Dude, speaking of which – I don’t know many Puscifer songs, which are your favorites?
Oh god the Humbling River and Rev 22-20
I loooooove The Humbling River. It’s the only Puscifer song I know.
Also the Green Valley!
Oh SHIT this song is good.
I know!!!
A very interesting read! I feel it sheds light on how ‘conventional’ some aspects of paganism can be or become.
Thank you! :)
On Fri, Jun 16, 2017 at 9:57 PM, Only Fragments wrote:
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