There is no heaven of glory bright and no hell where sinners roast.
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Here and now is your day of torment
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Here and now is your day of joy!
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[A.S. LaVey]
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Arise, o man, in thy strenght! The kingdom is thine to inherit.
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Fill the high gods witness at lenght
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That man is the lord of his spirit
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[A. Crowley]
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When I become death
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Death is the seed from which I grow
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[W.S. Borroughs]
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In the centre of the centre of the centre
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Of our body, the blood flows
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Like an obscure river.
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And sailing the obscure river of this blood
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We reach the immortal drop of our conscience.
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Come in the panic theatre!
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Come with us in the centre of the centre
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Of flesh and blood,
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And drink the eternal drop of our conscience
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That cannot die!
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[A. Jodorowsky]
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Paraphernalia
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