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The Bow I am alone. As a seed of thought in the mind of God? Pregnant moment, pulsing, waiting... Every thought-Desire and sentimental yearning Annihilated as it meets it's opposite in Equal measure. The past has no meaning- Except as the cosmic road which has brought me here. The God, gods, the Lords of the Universe beckon me on- I come. Is it the wind of fateful wrath? Or the breeze of future promise- I cannot tell- I come. Where is the Order that Initiates, that grants the Bread and Cup of Life? I long for welcome, yet I stand alone, unfearing, A Star. The cup of Destiny I drink- to the wrathful God I drink, the Lords of darkness I salute, Laughing in my heart I draw the Bow of My divine Will... I shall meet you at the Threshold. |
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