So many young and curious, it’s a fine line, the path can be treacherous, magick is an ancient thing, and it flows through everything, become too greedy, your hunger, your need for daddy, and you could curse yourself, watch out, be careful, trip wire, cleanse your space, but if you wanted something, Baphomet, will always wait, so much spell-work, cast around the world, binding everything, dragon veins, and ley lines, they decide our fate, this grand architecture, like a finely crafted pocket watch, always ticking, moving, flowing on, as much as we yearn and we whine, we can’t escape our place, alas, spring is here, the energy of our father, is flowing through everything, sea serpents, are coming out of hiding, do you feel love and magic in the air, follow it, the dragon tail, in the distance, a faery waits.

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