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But as the humans failed to recognize

The demiurgic powers of Numbers

And invocated, instead, a Benevolent Father

They punished themselves

With the weight of servitude

And the burden of obedience

They forgot the original union

Of their bodies and of their souls

With the arithmetic constellation of the World

They placed their trust in a Lord

Who dwells in Zion

Pleased to obey his orders

And wretchedly trying to redeem themselves

They sank in pitch-black oblivion

And hanged the seven sages

Mortified their flesh

Only to enslave their own urges

They were apostles of a serpent

Wearing sheep’s masks

New Kings have arisen

On the Thrones of jasper

Then the Gospels spread

Together with laws of submission

Like a disease for which there is no cure

In every part of the Creation

God became the Keeper of Knowledge

And the Sovereign of Existence