Once upon a time, very long ago, there were three sisters who lived together in a field.
Each one loved the taste of Blood, on her lips, in her mouth. Smearing the deep red lipstick around her cakehole of a mouth. The first three lines of each stanza are the well-known long trochaic lines of 15 syllables, with a break after the eighth, as they occur in poems deep in each sister’s womb.. Ea, Lord, Ea, Mother, Thou with uncounted names and faces, Thou of the many faceted Nature in and above all, to Thee we sing our chants of praise. Chorus Chorus Chorus Chorus Chorus: Go thou not from us.Fuck us in pain everafter.
In Indian lore, you three would be known as the ghosts of little girls who bring disease, especially to children. The ghosts lives on mountaintops and comes into valleys during the night for revelry and to spread disease by casting its shadow over victims. Children are protected from the acheri with AMULETS of red thread tied around their necks. Similarly, in European lore, red charms protect against bewitchment and harm from evil spirits and witches……but I digress.
We were talking of the Blood, the Right.Red, Rovie that the sisters loved so much, but supernatural torture they loved even more. The last family they destroyed, The Lutzes, according to their account, were immediately subjected to horrible phenomena. Voices told them to “get out”; there were swarms of ﬂies in the cold of winter; Stacy had nightmares about the murders; the APPARITION of a “demon boy” who could shape-shift into a demonic pig was seen; green slime oozed from walls; a cruciﬁ x hanging on a wall was turned upside down; Stacy’s face transﬁgured before Steve into a horrid hag; mysterious noises sounded in the middle of the night; the apparition of a little girl became Melissa’s playmate; unseen presences embraced Stacy; cloven hoofprints appeared in the snow outside the house; locks and doors were damaged; and so on. Their behavior and mood deteriorated. The children couldn’t attend school, and the sisters just smiled dirty, sullon red smiles.
They called in The ofﬁcial exorcist of Vatican City in the archdiocese of Rome. Dedicated to the abolition of Satanic evil, Father Gabriele Amorth says he has personally handled over 30,000 exorcisms around the world. He believes that many modern-day pastimes and games—such as conjuring, playing with magic (not illusion), conversing with a TALKING BOARD, listening to rock music, and contact with Satanic ritual and content—open the door for demonic POSSESSION. He says there are too few priests who even believe in casting out devils (although Jesus bequeaths that ability to the apostles in His name: Mark 3:5, 10:8), much less have any training in the ancient rite. You see, today is Father Amorth’s 91st birthday, but he had no plans to celebrate. He awoke just after dawn, said his usual morning prayers and one to Joseph of Cupertino, a 17th-century saint, and another to the late Father Candido Amantini, his mentor.
At exactly three P.M. he began to conduct the ritual of exorcism.
Rosa’s, the lady that the three sisters were hiding in; her head began to nod involuntarily. Her eyes rolled back, and she fell into a deep trance. Father Amorth spoke in Latin in a loud, clear voice, using the Roman ritual of Paul V, from 1614. He asked the Lord to set her free from demonic infestation. “EXORCIZO DEO IMMUNDISSIMUS SPIRITUS.” (I exorcize, O God, this unclean spirit.)
Rosa’s body began to throb, and she cried out, before falling back into a trance. Father Amorth placed his right hand over her heart. “INFER TIBI LIBERA.” (Set yourself free.)
She lost consciousness. “TIME SATANA INIMICI FIDEM.” (Be afraid of Satan and the enemies of faith.)
Without warning, Rosa began to thrash violently. The five male helpers had all they could do to hold her down. A foam formed at her lips.
“RECEDE IN NOMINI PATRIS!” (Leave in the name of the Father.) Rosa’s features slowly altered into a mask of despair, as her body continued to writhe. She was trying to rise and, clearly, to attack.
“SANCTISSIMO DOMINE MIGRA.” (Let him go, O God Almighty.) Rosa did not speak or understand Latin, but she thrust forward and screamed in Father Amorth’s face: “MAI!!” (Never!!)
This funny wrinkled old man in a white and gold suit had no idea how much trouble was coming his way. The sisters had fucked and sucked and killed their way across hell and back, who was he to think different? A damned fool, that’s who. He appeared an even bigger fool when he was found in a dog collar with one of those big rubber fists in his ass, drooling like a child. You see. They move under the impulses of Mars and the Moon respecting sex and sustenance. Their pleasures are of the lowest and most sensual nature, they live like animals altogether in the physical, and their creed one of Flesh and Hunger.
The sisters were to add beauty to strength, and to attain that ideal the Lords of Tartarus fostered, the plastic arts, painting and sculpture. These were not the ideals which are to be developed in a Sculpture and taught how the beautiful may be incorporated in the physical form.And they did, until they got caught…but that is a different tale for another time.
Stay Gold my friends….