Oh brilliant pulsar,
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what number counteth the stars dancing by your light?
Magnificent begetter, what angels fall, to honor thy true name?
How deep within your signature begins the spiral of time, the spiral of matter?
Holy hurricane of galaxy defying lightsource.
Hallowed holder of the dances of the ages of men.
You are thy beginning, beyond you is not, for here or ever.
Oh great light, create in me a strong seeth, that I may be within you.
Count me guardian to the secrets of your dances.
Custodian to the counsels of thy angelic beings.
Create in me thy magnificent heart, bring me beyond death, beyond life and the dead who live.
Kissing the darkness of "nothing-is" you are the spiders web of universes.
In thier courses, groups of stars crawl upon your ever stretching face.
Dust in the breath of your kisses... in one hand the universe and in the other, a sword!
Light, LIGHT.. magnificient benevolent light. The eyes of god which open, which also close.
Whirl me into your frightening dance, paint within me a picture of the stars which never ends.
Be the holy, my whore, my whore.
Oh yes, be ye holy my whore, the brilliant bride of christ.
"If the America people ever allow private banks to control the issuance of their currencies, first by inflation and then by deflation, the banks and corporations that will grow up around them will deprive the people of all their prosperity until their children will wake up homeless on the continent their fathers conquered." ~Thomas Jefforson