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Sacrosanct!

Wise prophets have died!

Burnt and tried,

they cried.

Change your fate,

alone;

shed your hate.

Become yourself.

Seek no messiahs,

nor godkings new!

There will be no one

to pray to deliver you.

God is dead, true,

the new God is you.

Sacrosanct!

I am nameless,

condemned to be.

I am ceaseless

and expanding.

I wear the crown

of this, my blasphemy.

Amor Fati.

Come forth, Aeon!

Soul, call Aeon!