To being ghosted by the ghost 👻

I shall be toasting with this toast 🥂

Crowley’s breath upon my skin;

His moon 🌝 child procured in the light 💡 of sin.

Moonchild wander far and yonder,

No escape in a maze of the gaze.

Eyes 👀 wide shut I talk to the hand ✋🏼

I don’t make a lotta money 💵 or own bitcoin like 👍 that