Liber AL
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me
with
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take your fill of love. I
The naked splendour of
secret ardours of Hadit.
given unto him With
With the God the Adorer
smelling perfume
of Heaven, let it be
am divided for love's sake,
my prophet! follow out
me only! Then the joys
will redeem ye from all
This is so: I swear it by
body; by my sacred heart
sacred heart and tongue;
law. But she said the ordeals
is the threefold book
all thou hast no right but
But they have the half:
well the other. There
with whom ye will. But always
behold thou o prophet
unattacked But thou
me under my stars. Love
are aright; but is not
unutterable, rest,
me is better than
me with a pure heart
but always in the love of
rich headdress. I love you
all pleasure and purple
her love-chant Sing the
of Nuit is at an End. Nu!
are black. Let the evil
prophet! The shall this
worshipped me; ill, for
wast the knower, and me. Now
the just I am eight,
am The Empress the
regret Are left to
that not know me as yet.
of kings: stamp down the
Think not, o king, upon
of the King dissolve, he
the Star the Snake. I am
Star the Snake. I am the
and bright glory, and stir
man, lust, enjoy all things
about them; there shall
at rule, at Victorious
Beware lest any force
my coiling there is
I and the earth are one.
fall down into the pit
for ever! If Will stops
infinite unknown; all
words are skew-wise. Enough
for fire and a feast for
a veil: that veil is black.
hereafter. Fear not,
of sorrow: they that see
slaves of because: They
kisses of the stars rain
What do I feel? Is the word
word exhausted? There
exhausted? There is
thou love, exceed by
by delicacy; and if thou
to more! and if thou art
Ah! Death! Death! Thou shalt long
thou know ever. There
the strength, force,
Kill and torture; spare
will show thee, especial,
For perfume mix
eat unto me. This hath
also another use; let it
power of lust in you at
me. My altar is of open
when Hrumachis shall arise and
Ka! The ways of the Khabs run
push thy order. There
and a book to say how thou didst
this bliss or no; it is no
make swift and secure
at their fear: spit
shall she crawl through dusk wet
wet streets, and die
men! Then will I lift
to the holier place. I
at the eyes of Jesus as
him With my claws I tear
With my claws I tear out
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