Thus did the Holy Harlots unhinge the brains of man, and…

Thus did the Holy Harlots unhinge the brains of man,
and when they met and clashed with the pure Mountain Maidens,
they raised their white arms high, their armpits smelled of musk,
and, as the rites decreed, both fought their verbal war:
“God swoops from mountain peeks to eat and play on earth;
we are his food and drink and even his sacred toys —
and learn, O sterile maids, we are his soft, sweet mates.
Let her now leave who fears to merge with her dread God!”
The scornful savage mouth of Krino flashed reply:
“We will not leave! We guard the innocent soul of man!
God is a spirit with pure white wings, a soul that sails,
light, disembodied, deep in our thoughts, without embrace.
It’s we who keep the world in bloom with virgin souls!”

Sourced, The Odyssey : A Modern Sequel
(1938)

From the Bull Ritual, Book VI, line 197

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