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David Barr Jun 2015
Let us contemplate the superiority of striking presumption, as it seeks to pontificate the order of architectural allegiance.
Oh, Grand Master of Greco-Roman antiquity, I bow before the sacred volumes of legal pronouncement where unseen rituals tangibly assert their authority over those who seek to embrace the ancient pathways of knowledge.
As the degrees of freedom transcend the definition of a mere mathematical concept, we must never forget the formulations of our Hellenistic forefathers who chiselled the shape of the Order into the annals of the future.
As we give thanks to Set, we acknowledge the blindfolded ceremonies of sibling homicide which encourage wisdom in this circular lodge of self-binding.
Harpocrates is our God of silence who gained sustenance from feminine anatomical structures – and we are like Isis who has been impregnated by Osiris.
So, as we cast our gaze beyond the rites of this ****** union, let us acknowledge those ***** masonry structures of obelisk stability.
Have you been born yet?
Alejandro Jan 2015
Listen, do you hear that?
Harpocrates...
I fear the darkness,
Erebus...
Where'd ya go?
One.

Have this speaker
Hear me
Carry that flame...
I'll warm ya.
Where are ya?
It's too dark.

Speak clearly son
I can't hear.
Careful with that flame guy
You'll fry up.
What does it feel like?
Alone in the dark

Scream your pipes content son
I'm walking away
Shine that light with Helios
He'll burn you

As Echo longed for in vain
You'll fall,
bellow,
roaring
beyond pain.

— The End —