Upon the northern peninsula I stood
As I did survey the west
And doused myself
In waters superiour to quench
The fires of Satan within my breast

And upon the southern peninsula
I did survey the east
And did understand
How one can be
Both Christ and Crowleys beast

For I am
It does not matter what
The fact I write this here
Signifies more than enough
The black one is the white one
The mirror white black and green
If I stay here and speak to you
Will you tell me what you’ve seen?
Could tell you what I’ve seen,
What you’ve scene,
So obscene
For a moment, it will mean
But just a moment
Just a dream
Not just a dream.

Would you know yet more?
So much learned
From an aspect of a God
Who comes through the killing door
A God
A God
Who can deem what is power?
An entity who in visions
Envisions the final hour.