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Come!
Stir the ancient cauldron of blood’s past,
For the Harvest is upon us!
Adorn Heaven’s Crown and Land thee wed,
For the Harvest is upon us!
Call forth eternal within,
For the Harvest is upon us!
Moon of the Witchblood, I call thee!
Sacred Face of the Tree, I call thee!
Ecstasy of the Eternal Name, I call thee!
Come!
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Boidh se!
-Spanish Moss
"Lost in a thicket bare-footed upon a thorned path."
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