poems from the place between

Third Tenet

My name is water,
It is witch, it is goddess.
My name is song.
You know your soul is not tainted,
Even though you've been told so.

I am the river overflowing,
Breaking laws like shattered dams.
I am the curse, the bane, the nightmare.
I wind my fate between your binaries,
And crown myself bloody with barbed wire.
My lineage is ancient,
Known by Inanna, Hekate, Dionysus.
I am older than your jealous god.
You think your ruling can define me?
I define, defy, deify,
And cast you from your thrones.
Non Serviam – I will not comply.
I go where I will, all the earth is mine.
My body is a sacred text,
A palimpsest, a book of dead names
Written in my savage gore.
And should you burn me,
I am phoenix. I have risen
From ashes to incandescent rage;
And I will take
You all into the flames
With me.

“One's body is inviolable, subject to one's own will alone”

– The third Satanic Tenet.

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