Aghoric Love

I live, I feast, I pray for Him

licking the corpses, drowned by Ganga

the most Saatvic being in the universe

reading hymns, loving hypes and hallucinate

more pure, more holy than ever

reaching the Tantric garden

and lost in His Third Eye

caught by His Damaru – enchanting noise

for who i feast upon, shall his sins get purified

moksha beam penetrate his firm skull

tortures with tingle in each nerve

mantra of Kapalikas – in each drop of his blood

each sinful fibre sticking to his filthy bone

shall fall apart upon my teeth slicing each muscle

wild dance and pleasure in each gulp of Shiva’s pilsner

running down the throat and getting me more higher than ever

from Muladhara up to my Vishuddhi

hitting the third eye

making the most petal-ed Sahasrara to bloom in instant

heaven…

rough ashes and stench waters
neighboured by the Most Saatvic Ganga
herein:
i breath fire, drinks the air
feasts on pathetic sins and live on filthiest corpses
all dancing harmoniously to the rear end of The Dancer
all meditating, reaching beyond The Great Sivi
slowly piercing its way to the spine
electrifying all the chakras
teaching me more tantras, more sutras than ever -  is Him ;  in me
for who i am
preaching  me the soulful Aghoric Love…..

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