I met a man in church today, with hair so grey and eyes so old,
I thought to myself "If heaven had secrets, surely this man would know."
We talked for a while, and he spouted wisdom like a stream,
and I pondered what his cryptic advice might mean,
and we left together, out the gilded double doors of the church.

It was cold that day, but the birds still sang, and he remarked that it was so.
He mumbled to himself what would seem ordinary if I did not know
to look for more within his words, and ponder what I had the fortune to hear.
I thought long and hard, until I saw a sight that made it at once so clear.

I met a holy man in church today, and when we left Heaven for the earth below,
the genius opened the wide and gilded double doors, and ****** into the snow.

Once in my life
I saw a divine

Eyes fluttering like leaves
Throbbing my heart beat

Pretty little smirk
No bad intentions ,no dirt

Flushed cheeks
Hair so sleek

My archangel , a holy soul
When made a sound ,not a leaf felt alone

For a while , I sensed Heaven
Descending down, tonight at eleven

It was but a dreary day
When the crows began to pray
When the harks began to sing
When the doves began to shout
All had gone upside down
Even the worst of them were begging for help
While the so called holy ones started the riots

The second power of the Sphinx
is Will.

"Motion is by mind alone." ⊙
Intelligence, armed with Wisdom,
        fortified with Understanding,
        self-realizes.
                The will to power orchestrates
                desire, giving flesh to dream.

                       (ripples in the waters of מ)

        Who awakens, ceasing Motion,
        becomes the Mover:
        the omnipresent Point.

Will is the Artificer of Truth.
Truth embodied by Art
follows conception.
Existence produces mythos.

                "The Maze, the Maze that is the Secret,
                loves Itself.
                And in the love of Itself,
                amazing things Become." ⊾

To Will is to express:
to falsify the inestimable
and create by omission.

        "The world-dream is a lie." Ω

        "Lo, for these words that stain the lips of the Anointed,
        the Smeared Ones.
        Smeared in the ashes of My blood
        is the lie that is Our story." ⊾

The cause of Action is narrative.
The effect of Action is narrative.
I speak the Word.
I hear the Word.

The Story begins.

Mixing your whisky breath,
              your unshaven cheeks,
              your liquored-down smile
                                                                               in an orange bottle labeled B.

WITHDRAWAL withdrawal withdrawal
Advice from a man with unshaven cheeks, a ring around his eye, and a cross near his breast.
Withdrawal from him, be careful, withdrawal from him you’ll see.
Clenched fists and a bouncing ball of hair, tied, atop my head

Sundays are slow, a holy ****** awaits.
                                                      They teach we aren’t supposed to be here.
                                                                               They teach this is not home.
Everyone is temporary, and
the concept of forever: my methadone.

But he’s only a pain reliever, you see.

One does not question the holy
This sick sacrament of self-sacrifice is not holy
Dark filthy ****** mess of holy man
Thorny fool
This is not holy

*** and sweat
Dripping wet
With physical pleasure
Understanding
Educational leisure
That is better than holy

Compassion and wisdom
Built from shared experience
Creating empathy
Like blood pumping vessels
This is better than holy

Patience for others
And a little for myself
Intolerance for the arrogance of war
This is better than holy

Robed men and camouflaged faked heroes
Petulant posers and wealthy heirs
Are not the high end ******* that we should smoke

Scholars and philosophers
Scientists and healers
Teachers and firemen
They are heroes

In reality the holy
Is just some mystic *******
Fake flesh and blood
Ritz crackers and grape juice
Some cryptic fascist leftover symbolism
To cow the masses in uneducated awe
**** that *******

Knowledge, awe and pleasure.
O, calm!

The LIGHT grows like a Glorious calling.
Wow, brilliance!

Love, knowledge and peace.

Hallelujah!

Hope is awesome angels dancing on cloud tops.

Charity is an awesome LIGHT.

When music is made,
Triumphs grow every day,
Like Godly conquests, when piano played.

Love is a Holy calling.

Pearly gates listening!

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