In Meetings Hearts Beat Closer - The Body, Thou

Born from a dream to create a reality,

We are absolved

Of effete morality.

And through deliberate

Transgression

Is hallowed essence revealed.

The destruction

Of purity,

The destruction

Of worthlessness,

Though mighty and glorious and terrible,

Is but the pennon upon the sacred lance of the Will.

It is written in the Book of the Law that this deep,

Mysterious secret

Is a sacrament of the Will,

And to profane it is the greatest offense.

The shocking evils

Which we all deplore

Are principally

Due to the perversions

Ennobling presence

Exposes my weakness.

And we expire

In boundless bliss.

All and None in One.