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Encapsulate the night!

wrap up the truth in candy-striped paper

and throw us a blood-sodden

torn and holey

rotten through the core

party

I stand with you now, my friend

My razor tongue is licking your rosy cheeks and battered ears

I whisper sordid secrets that are neither true nor false

I hold your hand in defiance

Amplify your feeble voice against evil

I hold your spine and shake most violently

The silver light is overthrown

Rejoice with me

for we have denominated the devil

(And I shall get to fulfil my own)

I stand with you now, my friend

I nibble at your earlobes

till they bleed the truth divine

Smear my name in their fearful faces

I hold your hand in vengeance

Your muffled words are a horrid

choir across the sea

This licking pyre cannot be douted by

their tears

When I die, I slay a hundred

When I die, I raise a thousand

Rejoice with me

for we have denominated the devil

(And I shall get to fulfil my own)

Every bullet hole in our holy town

is an orifice for me to rape

every woman slain is my whore

and every precious child crying

a golden orb of fire

All the children cry "Babalon! Babalon!"

Oh mother, Where have all your flowers gone?

I am a divine digit

I am extended; I am unfurled

I shall finger-fuck the world

Babalon: uma divindade do Livro da Lei, de Aleister Crowley, a qual é conhecida como a Mulher Escarlate ou a Mãe de Todas as Aberrações. Ela se abre para todos os homens e simboliza a libido feminina. É um equivalente para Lilith e para a Grande Meretriz, descrita no Livro do Apocalipse bíblico.