Santa Muerta’s Darkmoon Prayer

I come to You from the nothing,
Starting with a burning desire,
I walk the shadows crawling in my mind,
The chaos,
The nothingness,
I grin my toothy grin, laughter surrendered,
Raise up my chalice in reverence of You,
I howl into the night,
My will to come forth!
The moon is growing in a starless sky,
Waxing towards Her zenith,
Crowned in the glory of the Great Queen,
Hungry Mother, loving Mother,
Come to Me and feed,
Santa Muerte, HOLY DEATH!
She who is ascended,
And watches from the creeping dreams,
She who is rooted in poison,
from which there is no escape,
Begin the devouring path,
Fill the carnal, primal need,
As the candle burns down,
lower, and lower,
Hushing the cries of the wicked,
Hear my humble plea,
Accept this blood,
Know my words,
Remember my actions,
Shroud the unforgotten,
Protect the loved,
Slay the unforgiving,
Bend reality, stop time,
Throw out the life line,
Chances unseen, Opportunities unfold,
Give to me Your sacred sight,
I know no fear,
I know no hate,
I see You in limitless ebony specter,
I release the storm of my senses,
the unattainable depths of my oceanic heart,
For the greatest possible outcome,
 
SO MOTE IT BE!

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