"I am God, and all other gods are my imagery. I gave birth to myself. I am millions of forms excreating; eternal; and nothing exists except through me; yet I am not them - they serve me"Austin Osman Spare
Grant me profane kissOh Isis mother ov allThy lips like morphineTeasing my slumbering heartRelease me!This cosmos is way to smallCome down on earth, evangelize!
Ravishing museAbduct my spiritAnd bury my willIn spacious beyondThat human thought can never reachAlight upon the earthAnd consecrate my engines ov life!
And so I chant that triumph ov mightTrampling kingdoms ov conscienceI, the archangel ov wrathWith one word, the unholy swordI overmastered every image ov god
I come in splendor and golden glorySeeking war trophiesAnd sacred spoilsTo purify this heart ov mineTo cast away rotten roodDefile morality ov the blind god
Defiling morality ov black god