Curse Tablet

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Rasputina - Rock

Curse Tablet

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Pray permit me An alchemist for our times A meek, weak Most disturbed and wicked woman To perform in a virtuosic sequence The transmutation of myself to a greater perfection The time has come To unyoke my shadowed self With whom, after a lifetime of sundry abominations I find myself at a dissociative fork That's why I cook these elixirs and work these invocations That self, a shape, a pall A shadow-made substance A lump bred up in darkness Remains at variance A hard boundary With all things decеnt and lovely in me Following her mistrеss And moving like a ghost This poor imitation says to me, her host "If you know not me, you know nobody" I stand accused by this covetous, stunted pygmy When you put words in my mouth Little strips of paper come out Into a casket of reasonable bigness Restored from five fragments, now badly faded I ruthlessly cast, rolled, folded, and pierced with nails A stream of violent, but extremely learned abuse Bazagra! Bescu! And Berabescu! Human language is not appropriate for addressing the gods! May you uncouple from me immediately She who is so paranoid, dreadful, corrupt! Yeah, she corrupts me And the gods say: "It is our pleasure to destroy this wretched creature Pathetic, miserable, and miserly slug!" Airborne on black vapors She begins to melt 'Tis a heavy loss I loved that self [Spoken] The bisection reveals a polished surface Violet bands around the center A trefoil mouth, the paint completely peeled off Much hissing Small parts of the feet are chipped away Now about one half of this vessel is missing

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