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Through each sphere there is revivification So what sayest ye, fragile man of mortality? For thou hast not tasted the infernal revelation Instead, ye knowest only that of mortal sorrow and suffering This body is a temple, In which harlots have caressed And this form I take is a living sigil, In which Satan himself hath possessed I have tasted the flames that blazeth, And I have ventured farther than no fool who fears death dares In the heart of I there is a funerary pyre that rages For I have spoken the words no porcine with a love of life may bear Unto Thaumiel and beyond, Merging with the consciousness of Satan Unto the last sphere of Hell I have cometh, To see now forevermore with the eyes of chaos
