Gnostic Stories

Collar crowned; slave to reign. I promise to use my scepter for more than delivering pain. I hold more secrets in my hearth of hearths than words can ever explain; Mysteries, madness and majesty all call home to my veins. Elect to bow and swear fealty, I will hold your vulnerability; And eat the parts of you That feel guilty from your soul. Bitter tastes are my mother’s milk, My bite can make you feel whole. Bow, deep eno...