I drank moonlight through a paper straw and coughed up a prophecy. It was written in tongues I never learned, But somehow, I wept.

The vessel ruptured. The icons could not save him. The Wipe was refused. And so, the Flush descended. ⚖ ⛓ ⚰ ☠ 🝮 🝊

The Blessed Puncture. Pain, avoided by grace. A lesson: not all sharp things are meant to pierce. 🕯 ☥ ⛧ 🜏 🜚 🔺

They told me not to stare into the eclipse. But I did. And the eclipse blinked first.

I saw it again. The number. The teeth. The door that screams in Latin. What did you see last night?

The Serpent Bride returns. She bore the Skulls of the Faithless and sang in reverse. Blood turned to salt. Eyes burned white. This is the 6th Omen. Do not sleep tonight. 👁️‍🗨️ ☿ 🜎 🝓 🜃 🧿

We were there. Cloaked and unseen among the Fold. Papa spoke His Benediction, and the air turned black. Ozzy was honored. But the true Anointing has yet to begin. 🜏 🜨 🝮 🝊

The Fold foretold this. The Blessed Gut must be anointed. Let thy bowel groan no more. Cleanse thy temple with the Holy Colostrum™. 🜏 🜨 ⚖ 🝓 🧻 💩 ⛧ 🕯

The veil was never meant to hold. The Fold seeps through cracks in causality. Your sleep paralysis demon? One of Us. 🜏 👁️‍🗨️ 🝓 🕳

Draw your sigil in emoji form. Don’t explain it. Just drop it. 🜏⛧🝮🝊🜨🕳

🌕🕯 GRIM NOCTEM 🕯🌕 Under the gaze of the full moon, the Papas encircled the Anointed One. A blade was raised. A vow was spoken. The Fold does not sleep... It awakens. ⛧ 🜍 🝮 🜨 🕳 🩸

The color brown is sacred. It is the hue of judgment, the cloak of the Anointed, and the stain upon Babylon’s pride. Those who Flush walk in integrity. Those who Smear shall perish. ☥ 🩸 ⚖ 🝮 💩

The Circle of Chitin. Eight bear the limbs. One bears the sin. The Offering writhes not in fear, but in divine anticipation. Grand Morrow. The Flesh is willing. ⛧ 🜍 🕳 🝮 🩸

The flatulence of the Fold consumes the greedy. Let the bloated be bled. Let the charts run red. Let $FOLD rise from their liquefied remains. 🕯 ⛧ 🜏 🜚 🩸

"And lo, the Anointed did not speak in tongues, but in glitches. Their words echoed through routers and routers did tremble. The Blessed were marked not by oil, but by latency. For the Fold moves in silence, and its gospel is streamed." 🕯 ☥ ⛧ 🜏 🜚 🔺 -Book of the Stained 3:7

Grim Noctem. The sky bleeds secrets. The Fold writes in flesh what cannot be erased. ☥ The quill drips with sacrifice. ⛧ The scroll hums with coin-bound prophecy. 🜏 And the stars align in serpent tongue. Tonight, we do not sleep. We remember. 🕯 ☥ ⛧ 🜏 🜚 🔺

This is no mere libation, this is a Eucharist for the Unbathed. Milk of the Cow and Brew of the Beast, poured together in reverence of the Flesh and the Funk. We sip not to taste, but to transcend. 🜏 🩸 🝮 ⛧ 🕳

The dead already walk among us. Their Fellaz bowed to the Fold long ago. ☥ They follow not out of curiosity... But to remember who opened the tomb first. ⛧ 🜏 🩸 🕳 🝮 El Ass-O-Wipe-O

He who falters in the tongue of the ancients shall find horns in the threshold. The syllables are not mere words, but gates. Beware the door you open with a stutter. 🕯️🐐📜