I. The Riddler’s Temple Beauty and disgust collide in great secrecy; The negativity scene of a reborn paradise. Dead men revised within an arcane design In the preacher’s glory and the devil’s vice. Amongst the entheogens of chaotic worship Where sychophants gather in eternal sleep, The souls’ awake from the spell of dream orphans As scattered nightmares and fantasy seep. Beyond the rusted gates of a shrouded village The esoteric carnival is alive through blood and tears, Pouring amongst the flesh of vulnerable guests As the mystic Marquis reigns with honored fears. Redeeming the souls of curious skeptics Within his freak show of darkness and bliss. Rendering chills and warmth on his command Undressing the disguise with hell’s bite and heaven’s kiss. In the altar of arrested thoughts lies the naked identities; Ataraxia through discord in the eye of silence. As the joker of truth and illusion seeks his marionettes Spectators panic through the laughter and violence. The enigma of existence is a wandering plague While the mysterious riddler plays on hope and defeat, Experience is a device so fragile and vague As the puzzles of details are never complete. In the gala of horror and ecstatic reveling The orgiastic aura lingers on exposed allure, Upon the models of the devil’s lust; The angels that caress and secure. The cosmic muses of seduction sway Compelling visions amongst the pertained Within the dance of the seven veils, To behead the consciousness of desires detained. The nine servants of the riddler’s erotic deeds Cast the visions that sicken and amaze, Within the traits of sin and worthy joy As they bow to the rhetoric of poison and praise. While the manager of dreams administers the land The goddesses of demented tendencies fulfill their labor In their district of filth and ravishment, To become the heathens’ savior Within the mirages of noble and wicked settings Transformed by the characters wishes and intent. The angelic she-demons shelter and demolish Upon the pondering realms of foreign content. In the hills of this distinctive terrain Many sing to God and Satan’s united hymnal Where questions and ideas follow In the sanctity of the Riddler’s Temple.
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