Semen, Blood and Shit

With the powers of Hell and the summoning of storms.
Ready to strike, the snake rises prone.
The prey encircled within the symbol of an inner eye’s creation.
Five points spread across the borders of this undecagram.
Let us summon Raziel tonight.
Scream louder so that your calls may be heard.
A victim to the victor. My snake does bite.
A pinch to make you bleed, may your spirit be set free.
Open thy wound and call unto his name.
Speak envenomed words into the ground.
Spit and curse all life’s creation.
Into thy wound I come.