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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.
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