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Have pride in the death of yourself

Die in the name of him

Your soul, the highest order

For your beauty, for your strength

A kingdom so free and pure

Away from Christ, away from the weak

I do not need to eat the earth's fruit

For I was born of his wisdom

Summon your courage!

And undefiled wisdom!

I promise Christ will bow

For all men may reach perfection.

"There is a way which seems right to a man, But its end is the way of death." - Proverb 14:12

Fear will not decline my evolution

I am a creator, who himself is creation.

My lord, who manifest in purity and divine wisdom

Who knows no fear, Where shame does not exist

You hold the most powerful of weaponry inside

Wild and free is thought, which you must explore

Error, a term you shall be unaware of

For you will have the universe in your hands

"Emperor Lucifer, Master and Prince of Rebellious Spirits, I adjure thee to leave thine abode, in whatsoever quarter of the world it may be situated, and come hither to communicate with me." - Edward Waite

Death, the passage of purity, a path which must be walked.

The serpent will guide you, the ancient wisdom is he.

The brightest star, the first, will guide you

The morning's son will bring a new dawn

The 12 wings of him awaits the chosen

As does his cruelness, his beauty, his wisdom.