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Here be' the refuge of the masters
the entwined chalice
Yet at the Heart of the Ancient One -
was Life, Love and Liberty,
but three is one, the mystery of AIO.
switchin' buttons
then crowns - Behold - the Ogdoads:
Kah! Purify the crowns of debauchery,
aye, let the dragons roar,
Turnin' stone to lava in the temple
let Her heart be reforged
in the flux, cleanse it of impurity,
and seal it in the 9-7th.
Ye, I do so make a new salt covenant,
with this world,
dis' the words of the most high,
Ely-Sium, Eløhim -
In the dyin' light of my ancestors
fate is in your hands.
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