nexorable Death! Thine eminence above man is the very
countenance of the Devil. I would make an altar of thine
aspect. I would speak thy true name with an act of
silence. I would come to be before thee by way of
stillness and the Serpent eye, that I might know baptism
within thy waters. Death is thy name, yet I name thee
God, for there is no other. To thee I give my body like
fodder to the grave and offer breath that hath become as
the Serpent s hiss. I exhale from my mouth the flame of
an inner fire, the greater “I” becoming, and let my husk
be filled with the wine of the abyss. I am the child of
death and dreams who passes beyond death and dreams.
Consummation with thy essence, I shall consume mine own
death until I hath become the conqueror of death, the
Eater of the Black Lead. I am the lampadiphor within the
hidden chambers shinning with profound darkness. I am
within Death and Death is within me.
