Thou
In Meetings Hearts Beat Closer
Born from a dream to create a reality, we are absolved of effete morality
And through deliberate transgression is hallowed essence revealed
The destruction of purity, the destruction of worthlessness
Though mighty and glorious and terrible, is but the pennon upon the sacred lance of the Will
It is written in the Book of the Law
That this deep, mysterious secret is a sacrament of the Will
And to profane it is the greatest offense
The shocking evils which we all deplore
Are principally due to the perversions produced by suppressions Ennobling presence exposes my weakness
And we expire in boundless bliss
All and None in One