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O Ithyphallus, striving to the High from the Depths,

All ways are open, broken are the limits.

The Giant is coming from within to the outside,

Exalted, naked, and daring.

The Unicorn, wicked and saint,

The Ecstasy from the Lust for Flesh,

The dancing and defiant God,

The transcending Drug.

The Explosion of an insane Volcano

That glistens as a Dew upon a Red Rose,

The Rapist in the deadly Cleft

Of spiritual Overdose.

Pass through the Gates of Deaths,

Fill the cup with the Elixir,

With your Lust turn the Devils

Into laughing Satyrs.

A Pillar among the Waters,

A Father, slain by Son, then resurrected,

Azoth, in fountains streaming –

Unknown, merciless, strange.

Pass through the Gates of Lives,

Wave the Wand and create a Stir,

Initiate thy Wife

Into ecstatic Fear.

O Ithyphallus, rise to the Heavens

In all your Beauty of burning Nature,

Incinerate the Poles of the Earth

In the Perfection of Endura.

O Ithyphallus, Omphalos, Diaol,

O Lion-Serpent, Saviour and Killer,

Bite the Flesh, o Holy Stake,

The reality-piercing Hand.