Bitch Water Preparation: Invocation
(enantiodromia)

Welcome back now
To the old wet beginnings.
We start again to how
It never was:
When mountains were not mountains
And water was not water
And all shapes were formless
When nothing was healthy and certainty was dying.
Welcome to the black clouds of massa confusa
Covering entirely Anima Mundi
Black waters flowing over maternal
Prima materia
From which everything had its first beginning.

Call in your thin, intellectual spirits
Timeless words and useless invocations
Gather up all 4000 years of your history
Bring in the body spiritualized
Bring in your stiff baby soul too pampered and paterinalized
To recognize that everything will be drowned
In Her black waters of imperfection.

This time, there will be no mistakes
There will be no mercy.
Mountains will no longer be mountains
And water will not be water
Everything you have known will be changed forever.
From here on out
All truths fall apart.
Expect nothing less than complete unhappiness.

Call in the old material flow of your being barely living
Turn inside out all of our own rotting soul receptacles:
Never to die, never to go away,
Always coming back again
In the messed-up that's implied
In all you that you don't know
About my feminine fluids.

Now that Luna is strongest
Now that nights are longest
Now we are farthest from the Sun
(though they may try
no one will ever squelch
our night time cults)
Moon will abandon you, take away her glow
Close up daytime shop
Break down the stage
Put away props
And prepare for your destruction.

Menorrhea Mamma will stop all your tomorrows
Take apart this dying day
Unravel the unorganized night sky
Break apart Time and the cycle of days
The terminal patterns of yonic deification.
No more time for Gods, only smelled up liquids,
Stenchy crotches rotting eternal.

All of us whom you have not met,
Have been living in rage in the dark wet of uncomfortable
In here swims the first set of untrained females
Scheduled for doom and disbelief,
An entire ensemble of unrestrained
Cellular babe structures
Witnesses and participants of all this dumb fuck drama
Our asses sticking up through the mud,
Poking through the membranes of all lost girliness:

Tonight we disassemble skin, sweat, and vaginal lust.
Tonight, it's been decided
You cannot return
You cannot go back to your family.

We call now for Mother
Tell us the way
Lead us now
Into Her temptation
And deliver us
Into all evil.