ou good lord above -
these gnostic words I say to thee,
if I somehow might be wrong
You're a failure as sure as I fail
to be thy depiction
As if there actually would be something hearing all words,
I ramble these words though I know it will not pay off anyhow,
just like prayers are the missleads greatest curse
By the Devil's dozen - existence must be cursed
By the Devil's dozen - I hope evolution goes reversed
I know that I some extent can see what's above Daath but it
repulses me, and I doubt that I know at all what's the point of
it all as Kether wishes to hide behind that which shunes the
light of illumination
Illumination...
When I in questions in drunken haze blur,
and I fail to understand thine magick, O sir
I know that if there would be a devil as believed -
I surely would sell my soul without regret