Celtic, Cultic, mystical motion
I never wake. Always dreaming on a holy night
Because of those terrible songs you summon
I dance and sing and lose every bit of my mind.
I admit you are my meekness.
The bull is here. He stretches my eyes in all directions.
A Civilized, Celestial, massive marauder.
If I were dying, I would be dying to confess.
I never prayed to the bull; he never bought me.
I'm still free in my own weakness.
How many languages do you pray in?
Every time I try I feel the fire.
Attis.:.Odin.:.Dionysus.:.Quetzalcoatl.:.
Don't be scared to hail and bow.
He did not come to bring peace, but a sword.
That must be why we killed him.
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