The sky is bloodied,

Falling back

And falling down,

The day is filled with screams.

Wear my soul

And walk into hell,

Opened doors

To prized works.

To destroy all the reasons,

The sickness of maggots

Has begun.

No hope with secrets

Too obscured,

But decayed within

Too pure and falling without.

The Book Of Ascension                                                                   Section 73