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- ALEISTER CROWLEY
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- Hymn to Lucifer
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- Ware, nor of good nor ill, what aim hath act?
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- Without its climax, death, what savour hath
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- Life? an impeccable machine, exact
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- He paces an inane and pointless path
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- To glut brute appetites, his sole content
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- How tedious were he fit to comprehend
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- Himself! More, this our noble element
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- Of fire in nature, love in spirit, unkenned
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- Life hath no spring, no axle, and no end.
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- His body a blood-ruby radiant
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- With noble passion, sun-souled Lucifer
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- Swept through the dawn colossal, swift aslant
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- On Eden's imbecile perimeter.
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- He blessed nonentity with every curse
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- And spiced with sorrow the dull soul of sense,
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- Breath life into the sterile universe,
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- With Love and Knowledge drove out innocence
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- The Key of Joy is disobedience.