Prolific souls lost within a void; looking for some hidden lores, to manifest our Lord. Purpotrading angels, and transmuting into androgenies, Trails of a mystic fire has brought a true hamogony. Who truelly we are, and of what nature is our God; The mark of the Beast I dear to seek. So let he be manifest as our souls come to a rest. For this I know, Theologies I represet. No longer shall I play the game the church relayed; No longer shall I walk the path the masters Layed. For Christ I told was gay, And lucifer stold his ways.
