A Reading

              The Empress          Ace of Pentacles          Seven of Swords

       
        The Divine light was twisted serpentine by the hypostasis the Word.
        How fragile the flesh and impulsive. For the Word made flesh was blasphemy.
        Humid sweating flesh bends to the darkness. The high elements of the
        Demiurge raise the spirit from the corruptions of the flesh, but it is desiccant.
       
                  The Sybil muttered this paragraph and turned a card.
                  Why should she engage in such a game of chance?
                  Her visions were accurate. She had no need for cards.

      Her dark skin tingled. "The Empress." she said, "A judgement."
      She made ready for a reading. She drank water and bathed in the scented
      bath of Ipsissimus.

        "Michael, Raphael, Gabriel, Uriel speak to me." she implored.
        The Word rung in her head. She crawled out of her bath and spoke,

        "There is no longer conflict which is supposed to characterize us.
        We are influencing the world less. There are forces in the world
        that no one can control."

        "The Ace of Pentacles is God's enlightenment.
        The Seven of swords is covetousness." She cried out to the darkness.

        Her place in Hell was set. No one would head her warning.
        This is the curse of Casandra.+


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