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Mundane mystagoge,

enlighten our hearts!

like the black flames of consciousness

we burn and coalesce with devotion.

Summon the greatness of the unknown

through primal acts to reach the passage

of the aligned incense gleam.

Unsound sublimation of devout ways

still ineffable and menial,

unveil to us the path.

Let the sublime choir chant

the wail and guide thee to redemption

as the seventh trumpeter

in piety sign

The escalation of thy baptism

may the celestial initiation

forge the inner bane

a monumental procession

the outset of a prime bless

for the deeds I assert

stand for the spear on thy flesh

and the thorns upon thy crown.

Lactating esoteric void ablaze

devoured by the winds of carnal creation

molested and perished in the lawless mazes.

In mysticism attend the conjuration

of a glorious reclusion

with a hope to forge the inner keys,

the pass to repentance,

the one and only.

Thus, we oscilate afar

in macabre trance

shaded by the primordial gift

the great work of ages,

Death