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I behold the infernal depth of the rootless root |
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In a constant flur of a qliphotic mortificaton |
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The endless pleroma mirroreth as the gate of Chaos opens |
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Ande the sparkless spark of divine light shines in the abyss |
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The structure of the Absolute revealeth |
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Wonders of the past and what is yet to come |
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As Marah's legs are spread |
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Ande the divine Word vibrated in the Womb |
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Beyond the eyeless Daath |
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Leaving the triads underneath |
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I ascend the eleventh path |
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To become immortality and Death |
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I emerge from Sithra Achra |
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And acknowledge the many natures of Understanding |
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In violent rituals of the most inpure eroticism |
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I seek to drown myself in the sterile Waters of Death |
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Where is movement, there is life that must die |
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Gather every limb near the heartbeat of Death |
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In a joint pilgrimage to the Womb of it All |
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Prasie ye Death with passion for Nothing is holy |
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Their Kingdom was already mine |
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Now I am crowned |
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I am He that is, and is Not |
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I am the One, I am none |