poetry in satanism and occultism Hymn to Lucifer Ware, nor of good nor ill, what aim hath act? Without its climax, death, what savour hath Life? an impeccable machine, exact He paces an inane and pointless path To glut brute appetites, his sole content How tedious were he fit to comprehend Himself! More, this our noble element Of fire in nature, love in spirit, unkenned Life hath no spring, no axle, and no end. His body a bloody-ruby radiant With noble passion, sun-souled Lucifer Swept through t...
Thelema, Magick, Aleister Crowley, Ceremonial magic, Mysticism, The Equinox, Typhonian Order, Aeon, Ordo Templi Orientis, The Book of the Law, Collected Works of Aleister Crowley 1905-1907, Abrahadabra