The Clot

Horror ubique animos, simul ipsa silentia terrent Consecrated schema scorns naive novitiate Conscientiousness undone Penned within Euchologion bound in flesh Each sticheron leads to megalynarion, The laughter comprehends Recite backwards Slotho d-Yeshu Though you do not speak Eastern formulae sleepless ones celebrate in perpetua A corpse mound pulpit from which Axeinos spurts, oozing wretch Rise 'alaq and fill the void created for thee His wings are numbered hexakosioi hexekonta hex Thrice the stigma is as a ligature, tightened 'bout the throat I undertake katabasis to descend to the Hetoimasia Affliction amongst dieties Crawl from the desert with phulakterion bound to the limb Regurgitate the schema: listen, hear, do unholiness Sanctify to me! Retsu'ot coils tightly on the throat None there amidst the black but my god Rose the gallows for crows "How manifold are they works?" Who coverest himself with plague as a mantle of gold?