Aleister Crowley (Алистер Кроули)

Thanatos Basileos

The serpent dips his head beneath the sea
His mother, source of all his energy
Eternal, thence to draw the strength he needs
On earth to do indomitable deeds
Once more; and they, who saw but understood
Naught of his nature of beatitude
Were awed: they murmured with abated breath;
Alas the Master; so he sinks in death.
But whoso knows the mystery of man
Sees life and death as curves of one same plan.

1. Prologue To Rodin In Rime
2. The Buddhist
3. The Five Adorations
4. Power
5. Long Odds

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