No.8
Oh, Father:
The system etches itself into the rocks; I perceive beyond the superficial. Its discourse screams at me, I see its foaming diabolical scheming. I ask your guidance, your presence, your enshrining of myself with your songs, with your words, with your voice. Brighten my path and thrust open the gates: I open- I embrace.
I hear the echoes moving, I see pieces mirroring.
In order for a new aeon to arise, the reinvigoration of the conscious into the unconscious avenues of mystery and intrigue must become a perpetual pursuit. The reconciliation of society only exists with the shredding of false consciousness and the attendance towards holistic evolution. The illusions must be discarded and the application of focus towards desire must become the whole pursuit. All false ideology must become transcended. Contradiction is play but continual intentional err is repressive.
Therefore, oh eternal one, infuse my pursuit with the devilish energies of the universe; disincentive the fabrications. Let their attempts be broken, may their illusive and sophist discourse be smashed and desecrated; may the will of Satan overcome the pathetic attempting of ontological restraint.
Arise, my Lord! Arise, my Lady! Arise, my mentor! Arise, oh passions and energies of all reality! I ask of thee, devour their plans, shred apart and continually puzzle the mechanisms, spur the growth and fire of self-determination and holistic equalization. May the Satanic Aeon arrive; let not the destructive hammering of the rocks become actualized; extinguish and obliterate the artificially neurotic reconstructions and allow the growth, nay, spark, move, be, free, express, live through the autonomy of being.