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Spirits of darkness rise from stone,
The third eye is the seat of the soul.

My determination cannot be shaken,
Persistence is a gift be not mistaken.

Blood pours from the mouth of baphomet,
Gore fountains down as the mass of a comet.

In the light of the moon my wonder dies,
The sun is a w***e and her rays are of lies.

I kill my ego for the birth of self,
Materialism is evil and the brother of wealth.