Suffering is a gift of the higher
To punish the inhabitants of the earth for their iniquity
The earth will disclose the blood shed on it
And will no longer cover its slain
How manifold are your works?
In wisdom you cursed them all
Sick creeping things innumerable
The earth is full of your failures
Like a Hawk I peck at the eyes
My wings in the face blind him
With my claws I tear out the flesh
I spit on your crapulous creeds
I give unimaginable joys on earth
Certainty, not faith, while in life, upon d**h; ecstasy
Nor do I demand aught in sacrifice
Those who enslave themselves to the undead
Will be banished when the Sun shall fully rise
Only when they’re all gone can we truly become as
"A strong Man who goeth forth to do his Will"
The Equinox of the Gods has come as it does every two thousand years
Sweeping away the darkness of the old ways
Where once blazed the Cross of Suffering
As the Sun of Beauty now there is the Crowned and Conquering Child
Whose message is “Grace from Withinâ€
The Kingdom of strength that is within you
The dreams through fire, The visions of intellect
The child of thy bowels, He shall behold them