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[Tat to Hermes]

Assay the line of heart and life

With pale waxing one is sure to die

Of the line middle and natural

Death stalks those who do not reach Moon's hill

The table line or line of fortune

A cross in Saturn's mound signals a violent death

In the wrist's many strokes

Accusation and banishment from one's own kindred

Incisions on the hill of Saturn – torment!

Lines on the mound of Mercury – delusion!

Mark on the second joint of Venus – poverty!

Imprint on the plain of Mars – execution!

Signs of fatality branded in the hands

Governed by the laws of astrology

One's end is written in the lexicon of lines

Why can we probe misfortune with chiromancy?

Upon the mortal body is etched one's doom

Foreordained zodiacal destiny

All is determined by the encircling cosmic gods

Why are we slaves to the Seven's cruelty?

[Hermes to Tat]

What is above endures eternal cycles

But below is routed with dynamic change

Though the gods confined us to bodily shells

The guardians provided mind and reasoned speech

Thus we are enabled to discern the gods' symbols

To grow wise through fate and by those ends decease