Crone of Eyes

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Madness feeds the festival of the insane,

drinking in the lunacy to spread through the veins.

Witches churn beneath the dancing moon,

twisting and shouting among raving loons.

The remains of their children buried beneath soil,

corrupted by an alien scourge, their beings were broiled.

The stars are spiders that weave and glide,

webs of deceit to vomit the lies.

Cemeteries burn and ashes assault the sky,

limitations are broken and the primal ways of old rise.

The crone of eyes plucks their ocular specters,

gazing through the eyes of the dead, she bares witness to the planetary vectors.

The crone revels in the chaos of forbidden lore,

resurrecting the forgotten malevolence of yore.

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